G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit
(I blast 50 Cent n***a that's what's up, adds up)
Right now my life movin' too fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile, just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named 'em pop when n***as surfboard, you stoppin' me dawg
Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin' on the top of ya Ford
You will die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fuckin' is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin' with red darts
Beef, you a target is when we come at yo ass
Aladdin won't be the only one on the carpet
Man you wanna play with a ringer?
I ain't a peoples person, I'll give my next door neighbor the finger
(Fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I'm like a n***a that borrow clothes, bitch I'm tryin' to get in ya draws
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya man's braids
Pussy's love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band-aids
I'm blowin' on damn haze, all of a sudden I'm gased
'Cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Unit's the gang
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have n***as post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yeah, they feinin' to stick me they don't know the meanin's is with me
Snuck in with Christina and Britney
You have only spent time at the mall
On New Year's eve, a body drops around the same time as the ball
G-Unit
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit
(Absolute love)
Keep thinkin' I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me
N***as talkin' in the pen's and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin' to watch every move I make
'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
I'm a pro, I'm far from an amateur
Holdin' more keys than your fuckin' janitor
They say, "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take
Every move I make, I got a Ruger on my hip
You ain't gotta like or love me but you gon' respect me
You need a fifth and two clips to try and check me
Twelve in the afternoon we can start the clappin'
Look homie, I'm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin' it's a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot, shudder ya bones
G-Unit
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit n***a that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin'
I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don't get moved on, 'cause I shoot through your biceps
Your triceps, then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back, it's the China White
And the D don't sweat us in a bag of rice
Let's ride OT and burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them n***as that ran
And the n***as in the hood don't wanna see me famous
They rather see my mom's make funeral arrangements
I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks
I been spittin' that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony two times
Beware of my wrath, I'm gone school you n***as
Prepare for class, yo, I peep where your puns at
Peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin' to stack, I spent it on blunt wraps
Word to my mother n***a, 50 fuckin' Cent n***a
G-Unit n***a, we about to gorrilla this industry man
Ya'll n***as better know, ya'll n***as better fear us n***a
Word to my mother n***a fuck ya'll n***as wanna do
1 2 4 n***a, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks n***a