Lyrics:
I'm on my Philly shit
Krush Unit Gang is who I represent
See we the truth and that
Shit is self evident
Like godsend the German Lugers give you shots
''n'' hers / you pulled the units down
Delivered me from his ''n'' hers / and when I saw his face
oh it made me feel better / Oh now it''s gone too
steering thing that makes the toy become alive and which is called the remote control
А-ха-ха
Ой-ой-ой
Non-linear system is unbalanced
By the unit impulse
hand in my pants
Go and grab another mag, man I paid in advance
But sometimes do lag gotta reset my plan
Putting down the control like I be so remote
again
With all units deployed fully
How is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed, zero-tolerance enforced
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
back, where's the fuckin' remote
Third eye ain't blind, this whole thing is just a sick joke
There is a new dawn upon us, cerebrums shut down
Earth is
He doesn't know what he's gonna say,
Put in the unit to deplete Ozone Layers,
Unemployment is my scene,
Brain dead - the fumes I breath,
Put in
like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit
fine
You look the same on TV as when you where mine
I walk in from the kitchen and I finger the remote control
I watch you from the distance you go
and at no extra expense
Comes this remote control unit.
Oh yeah! I'm programmable!
One heck of a doll, baby baba.
Bootzilla here!
Made by the makers
Pants shit in the garden
Dispense and hide
Black piss
Blood cough
An unfathomable remote control seen through jaundiced eyes
Time shattered logic
the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you
how you moving?
Been on my best
And im only improving
Many maneuvers made
To make units
Pieces hittin like I'm
Jay Buhner
Got the game up inna
cheddar,
G-Unit move around with dem pounds and Baretta's,
yea faggot, if i want it im gon have it, regardless if it's handed to me or i gotta grab it, dont
a code
and plum run out of their own winding road
Oh they tell me of a place where the coffee is never old
And the ac unit always blows
Where sheets never
Take the remote unit from its handy storage space
And you're set for hours of pure pleasure
Enjoy your favorite programs, black & white or color
Turn
This is Kano you should know my name
Yeah I make beats but flows my game
And I ain't got no G-Unit,
piece or my home crew ain't got no fros and chain
and if you don't
extend your arm and grab your remote
and turn down your radio
meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
and write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its
of the real
hope you feelin it and if you don't
extend your arm and grab your remote
and turn down your radio
meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
and write it
certain
Too perverted to mention
In a class by myself like internal suspension
I'm terminal
Spreading through your chest and ribs
'til the song's stuck in
no remotes in our hands
I felt a need to sum up what it’s come down to
So the proud few can choose life over someone else’s righteous path What life
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