Lyrics:
Motherfucka'
[Chorus]
Yeah
Motherfucka'
I'm here, yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!
Money by any means, nigga
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
niggas ain't fuckin' payin' attention
They not seen what df is goin' on
It's a movement nigga, G-Unit South!
Git wit' it or live wit' out nigga!!
You know
got em too, prince got be hurt
That’s the connect, piece the letters together
That’s my dog, been my dog since them G-Unit sweaters
Got me acting
it's relevant
But I'm a straight soldier
I'll roll up a nigga like it's Heaven sent
Trippin' over dead presidents
They got these derelicts
I throw
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
singer singing "howl, howl, howl.." in background*}
[D] And all my No Limit Soldiers say they ROLL WIT US
[K] Murder unit, my niggaz say they ROLL WIT US
niggas soldier hating
They think 'bout going in my pocket
So you better run for cover when I
Up this bitch and pop it
I'ma confiscate your brain if you
[Intro]
Nigga, G-Unit Nigga!!
Dayum.. I neva knew dis rap shit
Could have a nigga beefin' wit his own homebois, ya'know?
Shit fucked up, but dis how
Ey what's up. Here's the kid 50 Cent.
You are now tuned in to my man Kool Savas.
Optik Boom. Destroy the German Dream, ya heard? G-Unit
Du hast
the pool, hella full off gumbo,
Rollin wit these g's, get R.I.P.
By dozen ??? to mini gages, to are-15's,
See I don't trust a soul on patrole when I
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
a cause
Frank White, he longs to be the king of the city
But first he must acquire all the power like 50
Get nothing but G's in the Unit
Call 'em warrior
missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop sippin' on that Formula 50
They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short
Soldiers don't go to Hell
It's war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers
Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA
Tryna stick me, gotta get up
the undead soldier
I thought I fucking told ya got a space between your shoulder
Get crushed by rolling boulders
On the mics, and the beats,
essence
Cause I'm just g moving units
Not 50 cent but I do it
Whoa!
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Tonight
I'm whippin that whip I'm whippin that
I'm whippin that whip
that just irrelevant just give me grands
Bitch give me grands
Your favorite immigrant is just chilling man
But making money moves like 50 Cent
We not
Gal a seh mi ting shat
Go a town get every type inna marina
G unit fifty cent marina
Bad man style desert clarks mess marina
Hey yo - yo nuh si mi in
at doggy she say I'm magnificent
I run with the unit you know ima g they call me m dollar and 50 cent
Wait I don't be cuffin no hoe no I leave that subject
cent G-unit
Who Kid
So listen up and
Tune in
For that old original raw shit, it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Staring at me with that face
couldn't do it
But man fuck that 50 we a whole G-unit
Yeah you hear me now so turn me up
All your niggas poor my niggas pouring up
And y'all get in y'all
still manage like 50 cent
Wishing I had a young buck or a G or a unit inside the whip
183 days I was out and just thinking
4392 hours still achieving
1281
Hunnits as they call me, man, the king of San Diego, you know what I'm talkin' about
Lincoln Park Clack Unit ah ah ah and all that
Yeah
Aye, look, see
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