G-Unit
(专辑: Beg For Mercy - 2003)
[50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G
G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buck] 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 screaming that they murderas but walking with no guns Come hear nigga 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 thinking 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 shooting at the
police The
feins up all night, and the
neighbors getting no sleep You betta get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus 50 Cent:] 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
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 rolling im holding 20 inches spinning from the
beginning we winning Gaining his masculinity pimping we not pretending 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! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a
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 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 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 perform in 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
tecks with me I
gotta go cause I'm getting older, you niggas ain't getting over G-U-NIT [Chorus]