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G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up

G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up
G-Unit nigga what's up

I blast 50 Cent nigga that's up

Right now my movin' to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not
In my hood let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got today
I named 'em pop niggas surfboard
You stoppin' me dawg

Only you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds on the top of ya Fords
You will, die by the gun if you ain't ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead
To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I get a head start
My of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin' red darts

Beef, you a target when we come at yo ass
Aladdin won't be the one the carpet
Man, you wanna play a ringer
I ain't a person
I'll my next door neighbor the finger
(Fuck you)

though I got the shit in the stores
I'm like a nigga that clothes
Bitch, I'm to get in ya draws
Man, I'll a whole clip in ya mans braids
love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band aids
I'm blowin' on haze

All of a I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
If you ain't up on
Lloyd Banks is the name, the game
Now I know to keep low when the blow
I'll have post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the free throw
Still get the from P-dro, better known as Pedro

I'm like a patty ya egg roll
Yeah, feinin' to stick me
don't know the meanings is wit' me
Snuck in wit and Brittney
You only time at the mall
On New Years eve a drops around
The time as the ball
(Yeah)

G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

G-Unit nigga that's up
G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up

nigga that's what's up
G-Unit nigga that's up
nigga that's what's up
That's up

Keep thinkin' I'm candy ain't sweet about me
Nigaas talkin' in the and in the street about me
Some jake, to watch every move I make
my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake

I'm a pro, far from a
Holdin' more keys than your janitor
They say, "God the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to you down, I just hold the chrome

breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a on my hip
You ain't gotta or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the

Look I'm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin' a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot ya bones
(Yeah)

G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,
G-Unit, G-Unit,

G-Unit nigga that's up
G-Unit nigga what's up
nigga that's what's up

G-Unit nigga that's up
G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit that's what's up

Listen boy, be the real McCoy
When see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid
I still got in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon
My under my pillow, I sleep wit' my shoes on
single night me and my mack get our groove on

Don't get on
'Cause I shoot your bicepts your triceps
Then breeze through ya projects when the come back
It's the China White and the D sweat us in a bag a rice
ride O T and burn the tape

I got bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
Since be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them that ran
And those niggas in the hood don't see me famous
rather see my moms make funeral arrangements
I got rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks

I been spittin' that shit since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the time
I ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I'm school you niggas, prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you that
Money you to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin' Cent nigga, nigga
We about to this industry man
Y'all niggas better know, y'all niggas better fear us
Word to my mother nigga, fuck y'all niggas do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit, 50 Cent, Yayo
Banks nigga