G-Unit

Artysta: G-Unit

Wyswietleń: 27



[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.

[Chorus]

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!

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]





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