50 Cent
Y’all Niggas Aint Fuckin Wit Us
[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Game
G-G-G-G, G-G-G, G Unit!

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
See I'm a city boy, man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man y'all n***as y'all know what I'm about
I'm 'bout my money mane, I'm on a paper chase
I have doc tying your face like a shoelace
See I don't play no games, I cut you up mane
I get tired of hearing you talk, I'll fuck you up mane
You see me in the club, you know a n***a strapped
Picture me partying, playing games without my gat

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
They say the club is a death trap (Why)
'Cause n***as be beefin and they be thinkin it's cool so they be right where they be left at (Yeah!)
Wonder why I dress black?
'Cause ain't no tellin' where I gotta bust this Tec at (Blah)
That click clack mean get back or get hit
Them n***as tried to rob me but they ain't get shit (Ah ha)
I'm quick with the four five, n***a take that
Then call Game tell him "scoop me in the Maybach"
G Unit!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n***as ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
G Unit!
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
It's 2004
New pound in the draw
Blue powder Azzure with jewels outta the store, the flashy playboy fools try to ignore
Y'all gon' make me build a pool outta the floor
Before you come actin' wild
Ask Saddamm for advice 'cause you gon' be in the ground for awhile now
My weed is exotic, fuck all the basics
Purple haze got my ass stuck in the matrix

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n***as ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
G Unit!

[Verse 4: The Game]
When I'm in M. I. A. I'm with my Haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit n***as'll eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was makin' moves
The closet I ever been to NY was Krush Groove
Now I walk through Manhattan
Pants saggin', me and Sha Money tryna get 50 to put on a pair of khakis
We fuckin n***as up from Compton to Queens
Write what you want you still can't sell your magazine, bitch
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n***as ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't fuckin with us
G Unit!

[Outro: The Game & Young Buck]
It's a price on ya head motherfucka
And n***a I'm here to Goddamit take the hit
50 what you want me to do n***a? let's ride
N***a only worth a buck anyway, I kill him for a dollar
It's all hood
Game you in the game here come the riches and the bitches and the fame my n***a
I see you in the streets I'll knock your bitch ass out
G Unit n***a and Yayo home, bitch
G-G-G-G, G-G, G Unit!