Lyrics:
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya
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?}
Curtis Interscope Jackson, nigga
He shootin' a million, a sixty million
Matter of fact, a hundred million dolla' movie right now, ha
My man Buck, G-Unit
Fuck what they say, G-unit's is in dis bitch
With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot
Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz
I'm goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray
Fuck what they say, G-unit's is in dis bitch
With four
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
the heat
Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it
Don't make me cock cause I won't stop
I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and I'll getcha
the heat
Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it
Don't make me cock cause I won't stop
I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and I'll getcha
I'm moving out
In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
With big giant wall units
come out the gate
You get crushed the unit's in the building
Running with goons, lot of millions
So take heed, you see the stampede
Get crushed
I sayin'
motive, mane
No murking us
Mimicking muthafuckas may mock
But on my mama millimeter
My miscous mo murdah make millions mack mommies and mosh
This is
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
I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef, like I
to paint the town red
I’m too sexy to be dead
‘Bout to sell a couple million unit's
Host MTV, renegotiate for 13
Put the babies through college
Then expose
everything you own
Sister is dreaming, dreaming of broadway around the corner a million miles from home
The heat in harlem the heat in harlem the heat in
agwan like we sinking
One signature from a politician end up hurting a million
Africa unit
Dem nuh wan see we unit
Cuh if we unit
Mi tell you a we
the heat
Mashin with G-Unit, we do it, nigga please move it
Don't make me cock cause I won't stop
I got you scoped in my infra, fuck up and I'll getcha
And I Pop My Shit
Young Buck:
But I Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
These Niggas Want
Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Fais belek, y'a Bobo à la prod
Millionaire, voglio diventare un millionaire
Anche se sono già un millionaire
G-Unit, siamo quaranta come G-Unit
first Nina, nigga, ain't no turnin' back (yeah)
Units in the 'partment got it smellin' like the pack (yeah)
Four and a baby, shit, I might just need
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
[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
I'm moving out
In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
With big giant wall units
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