I pray like this I break mics in half, shit realism Fuck Moet and Baguettes, that get paid off Or get laid off, I spray New York I'm an angel, at war
Give a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid 'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid What's that, a nine
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
they like your shit, they was like no, so I said fuck it, ima take this nigga mutha fuckin head off. blackwall street, aftermath, g-g-g-g-unit. you know
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
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets wearin Pele jackets Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket The boss of all bosses
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
Okay, alright, alright You got me up? Is the mic on? Yeah, I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles Check this shit out, yeah, yeah
your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g
shout out to Who Kid, (why give a shout out to Who Kid) Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid What's that a nine stupid
God! You from New York, then meet the Devil, Niggaz hidin' out, thinkin' that the beef will settle, Whoever knew G-Unit made pink stilletos? Ask Buck
m 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 motherfuckin G-G-G-G-Unit
We do or die [Whoo Kid:] Black Wall Street, west coast, non stop [Verse 2: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit
directions get the sections to unite Hashem's rays fire blaze light my way light of my life And these days well wait no longer night reaching for my G
] Uh-huh, uh-huh That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx.. Uhh Now allow me to present the very first resident of this millenium mindframe, no angel but
up our middle fingers And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep 10 in the clip and on in the chambers Better be walking with angels And never take candy
his COLUMBIA friends He didn't graduate, Son makes him feel shitty We leave the place, and run hand in hand around the city He leans in kisses me, his G UNIT