hoes is my hobby Treat me like king .... suck me baby I Roll with Shady and Dr.Dre (ohh) Im done ta charm a luck See if i can finger fuck in a truck G
live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's hot
thoughts in my mind that man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and
babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, ive been around your block, im the talker of the town, that?s
[chorus: 50cent] She saids she loves it She like my music she like that im thuggin she loves G-unit (bis) [50 cent:] Baby girl you can push me pull
Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God
s breakin' me Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g Come to find out, the girl never had me She's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's
not to fuck with me (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see G-G-G-G-Unit 'Til Makaveli returns, it's 'All
grind, understand They pose my damn mo master plan Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature Fellow G bring it in S.C.T my city falling get that G
me T.H.U.G.S. can come from around the world T.H.U.G.S. can either be boys or girls St. Clair playas, common ground we on We are Trues Humbly United
rags in photos, for Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin
c'mon G-Unit in this bitch, G-Unit in this bitch The dirty, dirty show 'em how the South do Gold Grills, Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's The dirty,
pugilist speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! cause we got them three b's
said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz dont rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G unit (Yea) We get it poppin' in the hood G unit (Yea) Muthafucka whut's
cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [Chorus] G-G-G-G-Unit! [Chorus] {*gunshot
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star Come from afar far away state of mind Open up your 3rd eye Black Helicopters in the sky [Goretex] I need G's
christ Flipmode battle for mics All my shit be high priced I'm slashing dikes Feel me Liftin thugs out they crease it's quickly Shift two keys in two weeks And gross forty g's
call Christ Flipmode battle for mics All my shit be high priced I'm slashing dikes, feel me Liftin' thugs out they crease it's quickly Shift two keys in two weeks And gross forty g's