crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
leave a bitch with broken bones United together, forever As long as Little J give me the go-ahead, I'ma brandish my Baretta So one mo' kill one mo
America hold yo' breath, we the last left And still got my black ass on the bottom You motherfuckers in the jury that's why I shot 'em I shot down one
you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest of the levels, the positive raps that kill devils The abstracts
diggity We the realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label 'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50,
His terror is to appear at his club the "Big-Big Thug" I'm burstin' in your zone and even in your club Put the sound of the G-Unit I'll show you my crew
do Talk of my sound, nigga down (Officer down) [50 Cent & (Biggie Sound) talkin'] Yo Biggie, I think they understand! (ya!) How's that motherfuckin' game T.B.S. Thug - G-Unit
lot different from my cell in Clinton I see is straight bird, straight girl Yea he be a killa,you kill the words you gotta look at the facts and not the hype Like who got shot
Yoke the joker There are too many overnight MC's but one And too many wacked who haven't paid dues You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit And
thug got Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot? Where's your drug spot nigga you's a was-not I can't bump your shit if you never was shot Before you
life and you know how it is Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed killed killed killed I'm goin' all way out 'bout mine Best in a biscuit shot 'bout
Instead of beefin', lets remember how baby blue got killed How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up When niggas start beefin' you should give them some Ciroc Puff And pour me a shot
Flesh-Bone then got it, shoot Ho pound shot it, shot it lay, sprayed it Dream of whom, roof top niggaz fuck around un-cooked tough niggaz Execute your niggaz, turn bone shoot
to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/ Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked -Chorus- -Prince Rasu- United
don't do I'll have one of my troops do Nigga, we'll kill you G Unit's like the Firm 'Cause you can get in, you can't get out This is G Unit life right
my dyin' days It's nuttin' but a G thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me? Feels like my emotions are froze I stay G
hit what I done shot Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped I murder you all talk like a clip without a glock When you holla G-Unit
account and Im still on the grind When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse