g-unit

, yeah! 50 cent. lloyd banks. young buck. g g g g g-unit! haha!, vacate your home i come to break your bones, americas nightmare we at it again, a desert eagle and a black mack 10, they'll never know what happened, when we come through, them cowards dont want none, they screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns, come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin', see im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin', put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement, these niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em, nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit, look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it", corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police, the feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep, you betta get used to it you know how we do it, shady aftermath interscope and g-unit. we got action where you don't, show up places where you won't, g-unit, g-g-g-g, g-unit, now i told ya'll on my first dre joint i am loco, betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold, diss me is a no-no i perfected the slow flow, in d.c. they dance the go-go, in l.a. they ride on low-low's, g-unit in the house, oh no, you ain't ready it's heavy, 65 chevy, old school rollin' im holdin', 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin', gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin', drop top glock cocked ready for the drama, pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's, non stop make it hot, we on top regardless, you can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest, i warn you not to start us, we're not your average artists, my bitch is like a goddess, when paparazzi spot us, cause flick after flick, same old shit that i kick, haha!, guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip, ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip, you can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit, your hundreds is shorter i'll tell your pops his son is a daughter, all i need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer, counter packin' 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 poppin' and we perform in all the clubs, niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise, she's givin' up the buns on her cushion, sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin', and i'm leavin', on to the next city, stashbox in the bus to i can bring the tecks with me, i gotta go cause i'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over, g-u-nit,