from Compton remember You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex I'll murder anyone of you motherfuckers G-G-G-G-Unit
life is a movie you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip whats a g-unit crip? not a gang
G-Unit monkeys Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin' Then call the God and tell him that your ass is comin' [Chorus:(The Game)] Out in the streets
Philadelphia know that you'se the fool You gonna make me, make Jay lose his cool [chorus] (The Game) First buddens, the bleek, then the whole g-unit
(Demon Voice) New Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred
singin',lets get back to some killa shit 2x) [Hurricane Game] Step up in the club they like who you wit, I'm signed to Dr. Dre not G-Unit, Red rag in
(Demon Voice) Nu Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a
red bandana) [outro] yeah mother fuckers chuck taylor o you thought I forgot about that alias huh im going back to my roots g-unit is dead as a staff
of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggaz in Westside Compton
nigga. G-G-G-G-G G-G-G-G-G-G-Unot! G-Unit is now officialy over. You can mail back your CD's, apparel, headbands, G-Unit spinner replicas and G-Unit shoes
a broke nigga take somethin' So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin'' But play the game
Let me in [50 cent] Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this
out G-Unit, is in the motherfuckin house [Snoop Dogg - *echoes*] Oh shit! (DPG) Yeah, haha It's the motherfuckin DPG G-G-G-G Unit! Can you believe it
with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be a
lets get back to some killa shit (x2) [Verse 1 - The Game] Step up in the club they like who you wit I'm signin' Dr. Dre not G-Unit Red rag in my pocket
G-Unit monkeys Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin' Then call the God and tell him your ass is comin' [Chorus: The Game] Out in the streets
Do We Wit The Game And He Sick Yea I Keep The Thang On My Hip And I Aim To Draw Blood Like A Blood When He Bang At A Crip You Should Neva Bite The Hand
city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, I got niggas in Westside Compton