Tercüme: G-Unit. Got You Baby.
[50 Cent] Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! [IntroChorus - 50 Cent] Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what
m gutter what I utter got you timid hesitatin like a stutter Oxymoron, don't be dumb I school niggaz like the United Negro College Fund I see you plottin
by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten
our high top louie's Shorts is the coogies Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents you tell De Niro Her boyfriend
Around the World, I'm 1 of 1 There will never be another me I'm a perfectionist striving for perfection 50 Cent, f-ck with me, G-g-g-g-g-unit
Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that
P.D., Freaky-G The whole world wanna be rappin' with me I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex Babies havin' babies generation X With the AIDS epidemic
Freaky G The whole world wanna be ridin with me I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex Babies havin babies, Generation X With the AIDS epidemic, we ain
It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls Babi Boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads) Babi Boi Mind of a souljah
then I started breakin' up Because I know what you did was wrong But you won't realize until you dead and gone It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning You
Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got *****z on the run And you rep where you from ***** you D Block And you try to come home
You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g*** You
good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you If you bust and your gun got nigga, niggas on the run And you rep where you from nigga you D Block
supreme and them doin a bid(damn) and why cant you come around where you hung as a kid you turn soft on niggas since you got on top i know queens cant
any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f*** out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
ya own page in the feds I got power and I will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug ya momz for you split 'Cause you ain't never
