[Intro: Young Buck & (50 Cent)]
{*Gunshot*}
Yeah n***as, G-Unit in this motherfucker (It's the Unit)
Ayo 50, ayo this n***a barely breathing, n***a!

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
It won't be long 'fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me
N***a I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street

[Verse 1: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
I hit your heart you dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
N***as who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the n***a in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips, and grips, it's a sticky situation (Yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same n***a on top
Don't blame me if your motherfucking block get hot
Because I'm just tryin' to make a livin', n***a stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where bitch-ass cowards can't fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he going sue me?
Motherfucker I got bread (It won't be long before you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hol' on, n***a, hol' on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead

[Verse 2: Young Buck and 50 Cent]
When you wired up it ain't no smilin'
See all of them wildin', and these n***as is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that Reaper comin' when that heater start dumpin'
Ain't nobody seen nothin', these n***as is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real n***as, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder one shit, that's how it get — motherfucker what?
I put the fifth to your head, your white T turn red
N***a now give the bread, I'll fill your ass with lead
Put a hole in ya' wig, with the SIG, ya' dig?
Shouldn't fuck with the kid — I don't play that shit (Come on)
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart, n***a my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead, n***a who cares? (Yeah!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hol' on, n***a, hol' on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
[Verse 3: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
Me and my bitch: We break up, we make up; see Jacob for the stones
We kicked up, that's what's up, 'cause I'm out with the chrome
You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll get ya'
Push a knife through your chest, boy I ain't fuckin' with ya'
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my n***as
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Guerillas, you know who the realest
The Unit's my gang, my set, my MAC, my TEC
My protection, my family; do you understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My love, my n***as, my stacks, them figures
Buckshots hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit, and a fucking black ski-mask
Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act
Like it's nothing, Cashville n***as used to that
Listen

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you can
Hol' on, n***a, hol' on
Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead