Lyrics:
Okay (yeah)
It's about that time again (haha)
Green Lantern
That's right
G-G-G-G-G Unit
(Shit)
Shady
We back (Invasion)
Part two
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
always gotta have that nigga roll with me
I ain’t never backed down from shit I ain’t never been a bitch for as long as you been knowing me
Run up on me I
of Stones and GD's (Nigga yeah)
I'm Mercy G I know you niggas heard about me (Uh)
Niggas can't keep up I'm running around circles around him (Uh)
Yeah I got
shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)
I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code
ourselves who we're serving
Realizing we're deserving
All the times that we think we got our hands on the wheel and G-d sends us swerving
It's a tragedy that
the g-child
We back big baby
Ooo, ahh (ahahh, ahahh)
I think I need a fix
I think I need a fix, man, uh
[warren g]
Warren g, g'd up (uh)
Fuck that blaze
shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
(G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper
I'm strapped up and G'd up inna cell feet up
Sittin' on my bunk Cap comin' put the trees up
Thuggin' like I'm Kevin Miller always throwin' the 3 up
When
shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (ah, I hear that)
I'm G'd up (yeah)
Only follow the code
like a model your body through the roof
Champagne by the bottle, now we in the loop
I'm g'd up, with doc I be swimmin through the loot
Anything for my
Dip and dash cock and blast
Kurupt and Snoop Krayzie Daz
Layzie blazing up the hash
G'd as fuck gangstafied
High as the sky gangsta for life
Fuck
Whole lotta gang shit
We bout whatever you bout lit boy, u heard me
I'll bring that static to you and yo brudda
We G'd up, full of that surp, ready
Tales from the Mission
Tales from the Mission
I'm talking 'bout
He feeling G'd up
When he linking with the homie
Murder on his mind so he gotta keep
through nothing
Everybody G'd up and thuggin'
Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
Knowing half the time
Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty
Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! I'm here nigga, Banks!!! G-G-G-G-G-G Unit!!!
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
'Cause I'm the nigga they came here
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
shine homie until my heart stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
(G-G-G-G-G-Unit
flossin in my heavy chevy/
X2
(Verse 1)
I feel like an old Seven tray impala/
Wit no doors and no windows/
Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/
Been riding
the yellow 'inpruls
And scuffin' her knees up
G'd up
The type that ain't gon buss for no reason
Really I play it raw
I'll spit five holes in ya car
Damn
the yellow 'inpruls
And scuffin' her knees up
G'd up
The type that ain't gon buss for no reason
Really I play it raw
I'll spit five holes in ya car
Damn
the yellow 'inpruls
And scuffin' her knees up
G'd up
The type that ain't gon buss for no reason
Really I play it raw
I'll spit five holes in ya car
Damn
and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by
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