G-Unit Lyrics
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[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards don't want none
They screamin at they murderas but walking with no guns
Come with me but don't run and die where your standing
See im holding on this cannon and your life i'm demanding
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talking think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shooting at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours getting no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
[Chorus]
We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
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65 chevy
Old school rolling im holding
20 inches spinning from the beginning we winning
Gaings his masculinity pimping we not pretending
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's running they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packing a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is popping and we performing all the clubs
Niggas be shoving and pushing as someone is gooshing surpise
She's giving up the buns on her cushion
Sweating and screaming sucking me off the rest of the evening
And i'm leaving, on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm getting over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT
[Chorus]
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