Lyrics:
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
to the hoes I'm Floyd unique
Anything from me please just assume it come with fee
Unc just hit my line he said his nigga copping ten
And I ain't sitting by your
these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
your mouth, you ain't that high
King of the south, you ain't that guy
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin'
Help
don't relate
Sit back plot and observe annotate
Contemplate calculate deliberate
Follow these rules stay on top of your game
I was a kid once so I know
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
your vibe
You were lying through those cries
Yeah you got me by surprise
But I can’t do shit but to charge it to the game
And drift when I drive
I did
I feel like 50 I'm so bulletproof
A couple milli by like 22
I feel like 50 I'm so bulletproof
A couple billi by like 42
I feel like 50 I'm so
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain't gon' want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
you up when you aint gotta cent
All that fake love where the real love went I'm asking
Ay where them niggas that got your back when you laying flat
Ay
a youngster
Oj Mayo type,Mayo white
But I black like the Bayo type
Fifty cents (50 cent),we wave hands in your face, Tony yayo night
I pray your type harder
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
she dating
"Like what type of cent you makin"
Ain't no type of sense she makin up all types of shit
Just for continuous conversation
Slowly tryna slip
And after we worked up a sweat and got loose
We bought a Hero and a fifty cent juice
Word yo
Uneek, Uneek, remember back in the day?
Yo, let's Ice
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
Pretending
Don't ask me twenty-one questions!
Got fifty cent for your stresses
Get rich or die you finessing, no blessings!
Pretending
All I ask from
Fifty cent, she trying to cook an ass pact with me, first off change your aspect, brain's
How can you expect me to accept, the disrespect, already
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