G-Unit – G-Unit Lyrics

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[50 Cent]
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)
A Desert Eagle and a black mac-10
They'll never know what happened

When we come through, them cowards don't want none
They screamin that they murderers but walkin with no guns
C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standin
See I'm holdin on this cannon and your life I'm demandin
Put the pipe to your melon and brain's on the pavement
These niggas is talkin, thinkin security gon' save them
Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell you "We don't know who did it"
Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night, and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better 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-Unit!

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint - I am loco
Better than so-so, the game's in the chokehold
Dissin me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow

In D.C. they dance to go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, I'm holdin

Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity pimpin we not pretendin

Drop-top, Glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas
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 not your average artists

My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!


[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin they lip

You can try any one of my shoes on - none of 'em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Comin 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 afford it cuz
G-Unit's poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggas be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin surprise
She's givin up the buns on the cushion, sweatin and screamin
Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin and I'm leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I'm gettin older
You niggas ain't gettin over


Hi-Tek nigga!

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