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G Unit - G unit
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[50 Cent] 

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... 
G G G G G-Unit! Haha! 

[Young Buck] 

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones 
Americas nightmare we at it again 
A desert eagle and a black mack 10 
And neva know what happend 
When we come through them cowards dont want none 
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns 
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' 
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' 
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement 
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them 
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit 
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya we don't know who did it 
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police 
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep 
You betta get used to it you know how we do it 
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. 

[Chorus] 

We got action when you don't 
Show are places when you won't 
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit 

[50 Cent] 

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco 
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold 
Disney's is a nono 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 ain't ready it's heavy 
65 chevy 
Old school rollin' im holdin' 
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' 
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' 
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama 
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's 
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless 
You can be the hardest 
We'll just be the smartest 
I warn you not to start us 
We're not you average artist's 
My bitch is like a goddess 
When paparazzi spot us 
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip 
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip 
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit 
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter 
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer 
Kinda 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't afford it cause 
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs 
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise 
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion 
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' 
And i'm leavin', on to the next city 
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me 
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over 
G-U-NIT