Lyrics:
wearing
I know precisely what the problem is
I consume in massive quantities
I need fuel to give me energy
That excuse does not even fool me
I lift
the family unit (Family unit)
I guess it's good to have friends in all places (Friends in all places)
My prayers go up to all of'em (All of'em)
Quality over
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
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
that'd gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry
As he stood by and waited to be
Sweet harmony
Provide fi mi dawgs and mi family
Mi wa large money, inna quantity
Nuh no fantasy
Man rich like pablo
Evil like diablo
Flip bricks like
And the second boy
He's waiting on his sentence
It's minimum 40 if he answers all the questions
So he gave them his confession
You could see from his expression
coming in more quantities, yeah
I been grinding
Work life balance can't find it
I been in the crib all the time and
Lately it been feeling so confining
that'd gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry
As he stood by and waited to be
Trap day and night kid Cudi
Chocolate caramel coupe milk duddy
Beg for mercy da only G in my unit
Riding round wit my buddy im ridin ridin round wit my
honestly I am the prophecy
Cocky? please, cock and squeeze, verses in quantities drop them in colonies
Countering progress are columns of comments of
Wanting
a drink, got nothing to say
These are all just pop chords anyway
Failure on my part to deliver quality
Sacrificing merit for a setlist quantity
Need to fill
Free all the fuckin' 'ooters, man
Free the fuckin' Unit
Not G-Unit, nigga, free the Murder Unit
Nigga get money
(EP on the beat) bizzy, haha, look, uh
grandmama baby
If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
An M is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel,
to give a blog an exclusive for them to fuck with your movement
Boy if it was really a movement you ain't need somebody else to move it
Fuck selling units
feel like forever
Chea
I believe in quality over quantity
The measurement of excellence
Or state of being is a perceptual, conditional, and somewhat
to prove your loyalty
It means more to me
Than the money 'cause the paper low
Don't cross me for dough
We make moves together moving as a unit in tough times
got em too, prince got be hurt
That’s the connect, piece the letters together
That’s my dog, been my dog since them G-Unit sweaters
Got me acting
And put all ya faith into something
If not then just leave it to Dej
Can't do your taxes
But teach all you niggas
Beat minimum wage
Dej is who is day after
easy
[E40]
Money and muscle
I gotta black belt in hustling
I'm doing my thing
Chain around my neck look like a playground swing
Unit mover
pop a
Nigga in his left shoulder
Minimum wage, $515
13s on the whip, kept my shit clean, uh
Actually that was my mama shit
But I’m drivin' 'round town
why does it have to be that way ? to elongate ways past expiry date
in due time all organisms must die
its quality not quantity of your life
I agree
the collars
Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Now,
the minimum, enter a millennium
Where cats will hold a gat to your back, like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinian, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy
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