[Intro: The Raelettes & Ray Charles]
Hit the road, Jack, and don't ya come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't ya come back no more
What'chu you say?
Hit the...

**Gun fire**

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In my hood you get no points for your jump shot
As soon as the sun rise we back on the block
The stress got me feelin' like a old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van (C'mon)
Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro 'cause the flow's been hot since G.I. Joe
Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding like war in the streets
So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats
Get at me, you really think you holdin' Big Daddy?
So where's your indoor court and bowlin' alley?
I got heart like a Hoover Crip
But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood, I mingle (What'chu say? hit...) with thugs, my single gon' buzz
Import export, get rid of the drugs
I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves (C'mon)
I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets, now dog, Lex coupes like (What'chu say? hit...) Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Tell her put carpet burns on these raps through the days
So they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewing's legs
I'm always with the biscuit
The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick
You broke, rob more blocks 'cause you ain't got to know how to breakdance to wind up on a cardboard box
I'm Gucci'd down to my socks, groupies hound to the spot, we perform at
Keep goopies 'round for the cops
She'll be down for my watch, I ain't generous or courteous
I'm runnin' from a dirty bitch
N***a, you thirty-six
You don't want it with the kid at all
Same shit, bigger bathroom, my n***as brawl
When we come after you it ain't no gray shots
The SIG'll leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock
You pussy, and I think even Pac could smell the shit 'cause in the inside you softer than a mozzarella (What'chu say? Hit...) stick, bitch

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
I'm the leader of the new school now, n***a what?
I got a 44 bulldog, I tear your bitch ass up
I pop off, n***a front I'll put my knife in your gut
Have you in ICU screamin', "ahh, I'm cut"
I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me so my pants they saggin'
Every time I'm in the house n***as grill a n***a
But they feel a n***a, I kill a n***a, what!
When you speedin', shorty, better stay in your lane
'Fore I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains
I'm the general, what? You salute me
You'se a dead man if you attempt (What'chu say? hit...) to shoot me
I done lost some of my brains watchin' military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit
Private Banks request permission to speak
Speak, n***a
N***a it's dangerous when there's discipline involved with street n***as

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-Unit in the house
Wha-wha, wha-wha, what?
G-Unit in the house
What, n***a, what?
G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say?
Hit...)