[Chorus: Benzino & Black Child]
Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
(Untouchables, ya heard!)
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
And rest In peace, to that snitch 50 Cent

[Verse 1: Black Child]
Yo, I don’t give a fuck how many records you sold
Or how many industry n***as you know
Or how many people you pay not to play this shit
I ain’t scared to say this shit
All I hear is A.K. this and A.K. that
Who you gon' kill white boy? You ain’t killin' Black
N***as get away with killin' n***as all the time
When whities get white line, crackers'll fight crime, fuck that
N***a you’ll see me with gloves
When I duct tape and wrap you up
We could shoot five, or 1.5
At point blank range, till one of us dies

[Verse 2: Benzino]
Remember when you [lyrics obstructed by Chorus] Murder me
Tourin' bulletproof cars with security
Talkin' how you gonna ride and try ta murder me
N***a please I’m the reason why you breathin' in the first place
Send the wolves bring the heaters to your birth place
Tight white pants wearin' little homo!
Shot in the face, Violator scream “promo”!
And you can never be Jimmy’s favorite son, see
Him and Tarzan caked out, you just a monkey
Bottom line, guns up when I’m runnin' up (N***a)
I got killaz up in N.Y., Boston, Cali, Houston, Miami, Killaz!
[Verse 3: 0-1]
0-1 lays it down in the booth
I lay 50 down on the ground when I shoot 16 shots for Loose
I’m like Pac in Juice, pop n***as up for juice
Kill that white boy and his white bitch like o-juice
Y’all n***as is really stupid, n***as is studio gangsters
They really don’t do shit, but me and my n***as pop off and empty out clips
8 in his body and 1 in his lip, this n***a deserve to get hit
N***a we’re bash-boulding bullets as soon as I pull the trigger
It’s a wrap, he dead in the basement, without Tigger
And Em, your wife Kim lookin' aight, I'ma get her
Cause once go black she’ll be runnin' back to a n***a

[Verse 4: Young Lo]
I'ma see to it that we eat, it’s mandatory
So when these pistols go click that’s the end of story
You done already tasted blood, yeah, and got the icepick to you and didn't blaze your gun
So tell me how that make you thug, cause you got your little guns and your vests
Loud pussies you wear thongs and tight dresses
Get my drift, so if you dyin' to meet God we will give you a lift
Wrap you up real tight like some Christmas gifts and drop you off in the hood like a hustla’s brick, so come on 50 use your brain
You been to ICU once, you tryna see it again? (Faggot)

[Chorus: Benzino & Jody Mack]
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
Zino let me holla at him, let me holla, I’m one from his hood n***a
G-Unit Killaz
My side to your side
[Verse 5: Jody Mack]
I got these n***as coughin' up blood
Tryna get it on wit the thug, who that? Chris Black!
I don’t give a fuck bout who you wit, or if your unit handle they biz or if this n***a's a thug or if his gun gon' spit
Yo, I don't give a fuck
Dawg, I bangs all day 24/7/365 the raw way
Part 3, The Dog Days, ya heard? I'm tryna eat
And my n***a, I know no fear cause I rolls with heat and my n***a
I won't be beat cause I set shit off, take n***as like you to war then I deads 'em all, wets 'em all
But if you n***as want it you get it
But I swear to God, before you can turn, I'ma cock mine and spit it, motherfucker

[Verse 6: Unknown]
(G-Unit Killaz)
Goddamn, get 'em hot
Never ran 50, pop you where you stand
Whether the drops sedan, ain't nothin' stoppin' this n***a
And we gon' ride to the death cause we some G-Unit Killaz
Fuck that, get skrilla with some real ass n***as
Bust steel at n***as, Zino with Murder, yeah n***as
Y'all know what it is so tell 'em we ain't takin' no shit
We cock to the 5th, bustin' shots and poppin' ya kids
And Violator suck a dick, and Mike Lightly's a fed
And 50's plottin' to snitch so we give one to the head
Y'all n***as heard what I said, we take 'em outta the burbs
And Suburbans and won't stop till all y'all n***as dead, Yeah!
[Verse 7: Rah]
50, the caliber slugs will rip your chest up you bitch made motherfuckers
Don't want none of us, we G-Unit Killaz, better watch where y'all runnin' or get popped
None of y'all n***as want that, so y'all better stop frontin'
And start duckin' cause when them thangs comin', ain't no runnin' from nothin'
And you feel ya brain numbin' then you knowin' it's somethin' you got yourself into, you fuckin' with real dudes
That'll put a slug in you Loose! You gon' get a rude awakenin', and change gon' come
Tear this bitch n***a been fakin' and always on the run
Can't hide, punishment's comin', your way to your side
It's bout that time, now feel the A.K

[Verse 8: Young Hardy]
Yo, you ain't never bust a gat homie
Lonely, before rap I used to have crack on me
The click-clack at your wrist snaps slowly
Get smashed, while you gettin' stabbed at Sony
If G-Unit's in the house, the black 4-5th is in they mouth
Blood spittin' it out
I cock back, dump and empty out
Fuck attempts, Murder ones what I'm about
If my man tell me "bang" I do it
Mack so big I gotta put my back into it
See your grave I'ma slap you to it
This rap game need the street back into it

[Chorus: Benzino]
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
G-Unit Killaz
(Untouchables, ya heard!)