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G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet
back
G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet
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Bomb disposal and detonation unit detonation ang
Bomb disposal and detonation unit detonation ang
Bomb disposal and detonation unit
[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
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,
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
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! I'll make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop!
on the bumper
A sign in case tow trucks tried to dump her
Rear view mirror, that of Serena Williams
Staring with the crime and the look to kill 'em
Brushless
leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
We deliver it each year on the street for the beat 'cause
You can find it
in the face
I'm just glad you were too stupid to steal the stuff that really mattered
But I still think I oughta say
Fuck crime
Fuck crime
Fuck crime
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable
It's, it's The Unit
Woop, woop, you know how we do it
Woop, woop, I make you dance to it
Woop, woop, throw up
the blood on her hands
She's gone, she left, she's dead! Dead!
So Mr. Officer I haven't really heard about this crime scene
I must
Leave! Leave! Leave this
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
strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
We deliver it each year on the street for the beat 'cause
surrounded by some working addicts
Circumstances of a certain status
We had risen once upon a mission
Crime a savage how he worked his magic
Voldemort with
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
Woke up from my slumber
They asking me where has the kid gone
But I told them he is gone This summer is going to be in celsius units
Talking about
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
of the bad double header
It's the congruent, symmetrical bomb unit
Opposition fate, end up in crime unit
Sync wit' the flow, hell no, we fine tunin'
And make
Got it bad, got it bad, ooh (and that ain't no crime)
Innovate the flow, you can't mimic it
Sound never dies, Ecko Unlimited
Pro Bowl rhyme,
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
Off that bolognese
Yeah (trap house)
From check cashing lines to dimes of all kinds
I came from petty crimes, now it's nice shutter blinds
Salt
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
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