Testi:
G Unit T O S Terminate On Sight

my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock

hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich You

'm a gannnnngsta Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know! Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy Thanks

me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party ain't over Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it The party ain't over Shorty move

but I'm livin like a rebel Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side,

out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes

toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned

stronger then white line If ya girl ain't home till the early morn She's probably with the g-unit geting it on I told her she's miss right so it can't

down with the mack in the pound I'm with G-Unit, c-unit Nigga you?re not ballin? on a G2 jet Everything you wanna ever do you need D O-P-E, on a fucking CD, it?s