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    "G-Unit" Lyrics

    G-Unit feat. 50 Cent

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    Yea, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buc

    [Young Buc]Verse 1

    Vacate your home i come to break your bones
    i mans worse nightmare we at it again
    a desert eagle and a black mac 10
    they never know what happened
    when we come through
    them cowards dont want none
    They screamin if the murder us for walking with no gunz
    come with me but don't run
    and die where you're standing
    see i'm holding on this cannon
    and your life i'm demanding
    put the pipe to your melon
    and your brains on the pavement
    these niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gon' save em' (ha)
    nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
    look you right in the eyes and tell you 'we don't know who did it'
    corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
    the feinds up all night
    and the neighobrs gettin no sleep
    you better get used to it
    you know how we do it
    Shady Aftermath interscope and G-UNIT

    Chorus (GIRL)
    we got action were you don't
    show up places were u won't
    G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

    [50 Cent] verse 2
    man i told you on my first Dre. joint
    i am loco better than soso
    games in the choke hold
    disney's is a no no
    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 aint ready its heavy
    65' chevy old school rollin im holin
    20 inches spinnin from ther beginin' we winnin'
    Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
    drop top glock cock ready for the drama
    pistols pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
    non-stop make it hot we on top regardless
    you can be the hardest
    we'll just be the smartest
    i warned you not to start us
    we not your average artist
    my bitch is like a goddess
    when papparazzi spotters
    cause flick after flick
    same old shit that i kick


    [Lloyd banks]
    verse 3

    guess who's back mother fucka
    gun in the clip
    ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip
    you can try anyone of my shoes on none of them fit
    Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
    all i need some cigars and quarter
    a couple cars and a lawyer
    Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
    and i'll be back with a hit
    i'm that sick
    who the hell you thought it was
    i got expensive habits
    i cant afford it cuz
    G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs
    niggaz be shovin and pushin
    adn some one is gushin surprise
    shes givin up the buns on the cushion
    sweatin and screamin
    suckin me off the rest of the evening
    and im leavin
    on to the next city
    stash box in the bus so i can bring the tex wit me
    i gotta go cuz im gettin over
    you niggaz aint over


    (music slowly fades)
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by David Darnell Brown, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Hans Bathelt, Hans-Juergen Fritz, Curtis James Jackson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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