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

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

I blast 50 nigga that's what's up

Right now my life to fast to stop and pray
See every now and I smile just not today
In my they let the choppers spray
probably got shot today
I 'em pop when niggas surfboard
You stoppin' me dawg

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

Beef, you a 'cause when we come at yo ass
Aladdin won't be the one the carpet
Man, you wanna wit' a ringer
I ain't a people's
I'll give my next neighbor the finger
(Fuck you)

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

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

I'm ghetto a patty ya egg roll
Yeah, they feinin' to me
They know the meanings is wit' me
Snuck in wit Christina and
You only spend at the mall
On New Years eve a body 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 nigga that's up
G-Unit that's what's up

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

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

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

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

Look homie I'm down for that action
Keep it's a game time in front of ya home
Get the on that ass and shot shadder ya bones
(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 nigga that's up
nigga that's what's up

G-Unit that's what's up
G-Unit nigga 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 though the kid rappin'
I still got fiens in the hood puffin' on that Dragon
My under my pillow, I sleep wit' my shoes on
Every night me and my mack get our groove on

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

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

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

Word to my mother 50 fuckin' Cent nigga, G-Unit nigga
We to gorilla 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
Lloyd Banks