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(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
chickens, 
I don't wanna talk about it (I don't want to talk about it)

[50 Cent]
Go head and ask me what I'm ridin' in
So I can say the Enzo, my bitch
hood on lock (lock, what)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm
[50 cent]
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh

We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

G Unit

G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
This for all my players out there ridin',
Spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot the expressway
Whatever what I want you to do
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
This for all my players out there ridin',
Spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot the expressway
Whatever what I want you to do
on
50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip

[Tony Yayo/(50 Cent)]
They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists
I got see-thru rocks
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
This for all my players out there ridin',
Spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot the expressway
Whatever what I want you to do
nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggas if you round me son

[Chorus: x2]

[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: x2 50 Cent]
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm
the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from
the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this

I change places
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
through your windows or your door
Grab it by the tail

Yucca man
Yucca man

If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents
But the rock will
at the club with a clutch at my waist
If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face
Blood on his face get drug through a lake
For goodness sake invite the hood
This for all my players out there ridin',
Spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot the expressway
Whatever what I want you to do
50 Cent, trick

Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin?, we ain't speakin?, b****
Bring 'em in,
Or gone by sundown, they're dodging 5-0

Now as I wander through the city goin’ mad
I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass
A swindled
(50 Cent)
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas
them up in a pot
Its Big and some pac n you mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not

(50 Cent verse)

I got a gambling