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unit
I gat Gs in my unit
Like 50 in my unit
We keeping it 100
I know that
You can feel it
If my pocket go dry
I go hard and i fill it
Our time is close
I

Don't stress about the future you've got plenty of time
We're depressed, we're divided, a unit torn apart 
Nothing is coincidence, the blueprint hit its

filters through the leaves.
Where can I find peace of mind and
dry this blood that’s on my thigh?
I’ll try to climb this dying tree
and reach the light that

Digga, gib ma' Paper, Filter, ich bau' 'ne Cali-Keule
Sonne scheint, ja, ich bin ready heute
Frankfurt, dreiunddreißig Grad
Ja, heute ist 'n

and the colorin of your lips

[Tony Yayo]
yo i got the game mastered my life is made
im like the big joker lil joker deuce of spade
homey mama used to dry clothes

Ah, spaced out ich bin high (Ich bin high)
Kaufst dir einen Filter und ich weiß direkt Bescheid (Direkt Bescheid)
Dreh ein Blunt Mund ist dry (Dreh

to the filter
I drink it 'til it's dry
But the only Cowboy killer
I want on my lips tonight
Is 5 foot 5, brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like we could do

own thang g-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don't go that funny dance
I don't throw gang signs
But I'm a gangsta to the core
So I stay with

My flow is my water
My water is my bounce
Put it through the filter baby
Every drop counts
My flow is my product
My product is my ounce
Put it

Calling all units, shots fired
Shots fired in front of the Supreme store
There's about to be a 261 in progress
Send all available units
Send in

Calling all units, shots fired
Shots fired in front of the Supreme store
There's about to be a 261 in progress
Send all available units
Send in

Unit 5, set up a perimeter with unit 6

I want the commas
I want the drop top, i want the diamonds
I want the dollars
I want the lights

Bump Dat Street Mix

G-Unit

50 Cent Is the Future

2001

bag
I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don't go that funny dance
I don't throw gang signs
But

Fill it up
The cup is dry
Callin' you at night with your telephone
A when you bring the boom
That optic beam
Satellite's stream gunnin' down
Ooh ooh

scared you run away, but it's fine
Cause now you want to crawl back to me
Just know that you're mine
The real me, I got no filter  unleash this side

You wanna buy right now
Pop a pill and come alive right now
Bout to die you on some guys right now
City dry right now you wanna buy right now
Pop

niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his

As the suds roll down your creases
Wet and quivering for me
Taking all you been given
Shower head spritzing
Wetting up your unit 
While your swimming on it

Allow me to demonstrate
How she puts me in this state
Over the moon
Sunlight filters through the room
Side by side in bed till noon
A warm embrace

keep me hot like that
Ah yeah ah yeah
Don't hit it dry like that
You gonna make it dry like that
Ah yeah ah yeah
Do it just like that
You gonna make me

what I do
I can live without you
You mother fuckers that try to suck me dry...

I should of new this from the start
That if we blow, all these people

Picture Perfect

Scarface

The Sound of Revenge [Bonus Disc]

2005

to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping
The hundreds of grands we getting, these units

getting
These units of scans we shipping
You see that Caddy tipping
Them thangs on that Caddy twisting
That paint and that candy dripping
That drank

No filter
Yea
Feelin the stress of being pessimistic
Ignorance is bliss for those not blessed with wisdom
Never kill your dreams before you had