Lyrics:
We're the 7rash unit
T.U. 7rash Unit
7rash unit on the corner
Brotha you better knew it (bitch)
We're the 7rash unit
Next unit
Bad unit
Bitch look
so I tried for the units, cause damn
{all together}
Swoon units
{what?}
Swoon units
{what?}
The units I know are the swoonest
{the what?}
ride out
Home of the new right here g Unit soliders
Ride out g Unit soliders
Ride out
Nigganigga niggas know I'm hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
of the perfectionist
Or extra with it
Cold now I'm providing different air conditions
Patience for the moment
Now i'm about to start cherry picking
Wicked viscous
worked on every cell block
Now, things're goin' good
But then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
Cold weather, cold air
This blood feels like ice underneath my skin
Cold weather, cold air
Watch the cold freeze over this world of sin
Cold
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
watch you
Didn't buy from the store
You ain't cold if you got no
Mack and step in the spot
And still leave with a girl who
Drop it like it's hot
Certain
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't
[Noreaga - talking]
Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get man?
What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
Or burn unit (burn
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
a Emmy
I'm tryna get a nut, so I'm movin' like I'm Sandy
I'm livin' underwater, I don't know how I can breathe
Maybe it's a scuba diver air tank (air
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
mushroom cloud a wink
Jets in the air, boots on the ground
Hope you ready shit going down
M16's if you intervene
K-9 unit they bringing out the hounds
War
It's about that time
It's almost time
So put your fuckin hands In the air
He's here oh yea he's here oh yea
Put ya mother fuckin hands in the air
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
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
making me
Android
That's what they're making you
Android
This unit don't want batteries
Android
This unit don't want batteries
No
So synchronized,
chain
His nerves were quaking in every vein
His knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air
He ran his fingers through his greasy hair
They looked at each
back with a cold one
Sixteen-point-nine fluid ounces to freedom
Lord knows I need em
Like the air that I breathe in
But don't overdose
Careful don't
of hate stream in their veins
I was eight years when ma cousin first put me on G-Unit
Seventeen years later now he watching me move units
School of hard
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