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

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

I blast 50 nigga that's what's up

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

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

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

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

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

I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg
Yeah, feinin' to stick me
They 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 same as the ball
(Yeah)

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

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

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

Keep thinkin' I'm candy ain't nuttin' sweet me
Nigaas talkin' in the pens and in the street me
jake, tryin' to watch every move I make
'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the shake

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

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

Look homie I'm down for that day-time
Keep thinkin' it's a game time in 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 that's up
G-Unit that's what's up

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

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

get moved on
'Cause I shoot through 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
Let's ride O T and burn the

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

I been spittin' that shit ever coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone you niggas, prepare for class
Yo I peep where puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin' to I spent it on blunt wraps

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