G-Unit (Album Version|Edited)

G-Unit (Album Version|Edited) - G-Unit

Yeah 50 Cent Lloyd Banks Young Buck

G G G G G-Unit Haha

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 walkin' with no guns

Come with me but don't run and die where your standin'

See i'm 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' think that security gon save them

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 neighbours gettin' no sleep

You betta get used to it you know how we do it

Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit

We got action when you don't

Show our faces when 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 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

65 chevy

Old school rollin' i'm holdin'

20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'

Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'

Drop top glock cock ready for the drama

Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's

Non-stop 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 b**ch is like a goddess

When paparazzi spot us

Cause flick after flick same ol' sh*t that I kick' haha

Guess who's back mothaf**ker 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 your pops his son is a daughter

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

Kinda packin' a b**ch 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 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 to I can bring the tex with me

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

G-U-NIT