Lyrics:
I'ma hear this (yeah) on the radio
Uh, huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was
recorded was me and 50
"Hate It or Love It", I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me, Fase, G-Rod, where Buddha
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
one day down the line he'd be my first influence
Uh yeah next came 50 Cent and G-Unit
That's when I fell in love with music
Nothing's been the same I've
the shortys with the money at? Yeah!
G Unit South hey
Ca$hville Records i am the CEO, lets go
Ha ha yeah niggas
March the 20th Buck The World
Buy my shit niggas
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
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
A Bone
Cashville, Tennessee Nigga!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue
To Break A Bone
Cashville, Tennessee N****!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin'
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
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
Now I've come from
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
[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
who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many
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
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
a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up
in Australia on tour with Janet Jackson
Courtesy of 50 Cent, my nigga made that happen
Felt like Michael Jackson was about to walk in the room
Rest
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