[50 Cent]



Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...

G G G G G-Unit! Haha!



[Young Buc]



Vacate your home I come to break your bones

Americas nightmare we at it again

A desert eagle and a black mack 10

And never know what happened

When we come through them cowards dont want none

They screamin’ that they murderer’s but walkin' with no guns

Come here nigga don’t wanna 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 gunna 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 fiends 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.



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We got action where you don't

Show up places where 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 so so the games in the choke hold

Diss me 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

65 chevy

Old school rollin' im holdin'

20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'

Gain's 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 could be the hardest

We'll just be the smartest

I warn you not to start us

We're not your average artist's

My bitch is like a goddess

When paparazzi spot us

Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!



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[Lloyd Banks]



Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the 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 are shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter

All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer

Condom 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 cuz

G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' 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 so I can bring the techs with me

I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older you niggas ain't gettin over

G-U-NIT



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