Lyrics:
Shawty LO
Still Got Em For Da Lo
Still Got Em For Da Lo
17-5 All you Got 2 Do is Hallo
Still Got Em For Da Lo
Repeat1x
100 Units man I sent
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
a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way ten: be quiet when they're sleeping
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving
hoping they fit, nigga
(Nah I'm talking 'bout?)
Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Nah I'm talking 'bout?)
I got million dollar
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
That's what's up
(50 Cent)
Keep thinkin I'm candy
ain't nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in
Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
c'mon Take
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
Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
c'mon Take
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
what nobody
Is here but you, spider and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't
Strong, Please Don't Make Us Do You Wrong
My Click Of Gorilla's, They Got They G-Unit's On
All Of That Mean Muggin' Really Don't Mean Nuthing
c'mon Take
words we spoke that
Day have forever gone away
Then it's love we talk about
To the world outside we say
"10-4 over and out"
Hello this is Unit 2 callin'
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
align
Talking straight cash straight to a victory
Had to believe I truly can fly
100 on black, I'ma just bet on me
Hustlle like 10 of me
Cheek on his
stacks got buffer
Nigga, do the math
About a hundred million sold
In the best shape ever, I don't even feel old
I can run laps round these young ass niggas
your bra zip
And just let them titties out
And let 'em bounce like this was Paul Revere
I'm 7.0in' on Pitchfork
I'm 10-0in' on this court
This
watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than
Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account
Woo wooo
Haha
G-Unit
We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem
When those
Woo wooo
Haha
G-Unit
We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem
When those
Thirty two a unit, that’s exotic, yeah, we taxin’
Smokin on a plane in the clouds like a Jet Blue
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson
9 is 90
10 x 10 is 100
10 x 11 is 110
10 x 12 is 120
You can learn to multiply. Now let me hear the beat. We’ll speed the tempo up, and then
action
See I can't respect that (nah)
Bout to ask him for that trap
And nigga I'mma check that (DAAAMN)
Hundred unit's in the living room
And you can bet
booth? (Where my bottles?)
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck
Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah
booth? (Where my bottles?)
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck
Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah
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