[50 CENT:] G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block Yeah and
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Nobody Get Hurt And Nobody Don't Move Just Give It Up Smooth G Unit Motherfucker You Move,I'll Flash My 2 And Blast My 2 G Unit Nigga
muthafucker at ya tonight G-Unit And i aint sleepin till my click pop em swimmin in bowls of money Micheal walking around with a head em cause it's
spot I AM NOT A GANGSTA YOU JUST A WANGSTA BITCH I try to create an image that is fake Like goin to the library and eatin cake I don't like that shit man, it's
hoes is my hobby Treat me like king .... suck me baby I Roll with Shady and Dr.Dre (ohh) Im done ta charm a luck See if i can finger fuck in a truck G
live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's hot
thoughts in my mind that man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and
babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, ive been around your block, im the talker of the town, that?s
[chorus: 50cent] She saids she loves it She like my music she like that im thuggin she loves G-unit (bis) [50 cent:] Baby girl you can push me pull
Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God
you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas
at im ready to ride allstar game don't come outside little drama and it's gonna be a homicide lowridin through the CPT banks ridin shotgun buck in the backseat g-unit
, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped. Lil Flip A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that aint rose gold, thats fools, look at the shoes on the whip 22's
, I won't do a joint wit' you Know matter how much your label try and pay me I'm on top of hip hop I run wit' Aftermath and mother fucking Shady It's
could live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's
in my mind that man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide
babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, you the man on your block, im the talker of the town, that's
