Lyrics:
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
the company fine
What if I compromise? He said it don't even matter
You make a million or more, you living better than average
You losing your core
sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhh"
Buck, pass the blunt
It's G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin'
sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhh"
Buck, pass the blunt
It's G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin'
this
Labor is a hole and we shovel the coal, the train stops for no one
They put us in a jail, barcoded in a cell, an open air prison
A unit price for
Calculate the cost
Divvy up the time
Then rest your eyes
Take a break
Take a break right now
Labor for your pay
Watch it all beg to escape
Then rest
while I bury you niggas
Now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away
'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
and quote this
No average white boy, my style's too ferocious
Puff trees on the block and I've slept with the toasters
Dug out Janet, jacked off
of his fate
To wait another day would be far too late
"Go fetch me my coat and my tie
And the cheapest labor that money can buy
Saddle me up my buckskin
house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some
house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some
Gotta stay selling records cause the fame ain't shit
And fuck the units that they name will sell
It'll break your heart to see your favorite rappers
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
the
Nikes that LeBron wear
And they need work should've
Came with a T-shirt
G-Unit hogtied, niggas feed first
While your bitch suckin' Tony Yayo
'till her
I collapse from working harder than
The average work-aholic
I intend on reaching father than
Infinity
To get exactly what I fight so hard
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep
with them are you in?
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido
Which side are you on
Imagine a minute, millions of average women and men in the tragic
Where is my home
That will not form out of me
A unit of mental?
How long will pride
In a given hold before
We take action?
And now I declare
That
Sicker than your average
My Detroit Players
Sicker-sicker than your average
My-my-my Detroit Players
Sicker than your average
My Detroit Players
61 cents,
While native women 58 cents take
Food and health and manual labor
Are more important than overseers
Few opportunities, and less reward
This
Find a way to talk, cos I'm born brand new
I am a hardware square peg unit
I'm a software-and-tear off-the-shelf and re-tune it
I am a hard knock and run
compromise? He said it don't even matter
Make a million or more, you living better than average
You losing your core following, gaining it all
Put a price
And proper only the right to the mean average
On parade the psychiatric unit
Over-the-top ascetics up front
Pumped up
With headcleaner!
Next in line
on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your
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