Lyrics:
all we ask again
Did for myself and I no I can't complain
Work for the man in the mirror and ask
Are you content? or you gonna do math
Looking for units
rush hour新的密码等我们破解
Bomb disposal and detonation unit detonation ang
Bomb disposal and detonation unit detonation ang
Bomb disposal and detonation unit
the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam,
I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
on
TV or radio and CD
Acting like you wanna see me but really
Cheeky geek i ain't see me
Check out my whole unit row this new kid
Study my scripts like
and playing for keeps
The dirty dirty cheap
I'll give you something to step to
Suck on my gun
No-one can come to your rescue
No need to run
Cause sooner
house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some
house
The homicide unit coming to the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some
low, but I'm still keepin' watch
My tactics are facts, only right that I finish him
I don't concur, what occur's a fatality
You can't relate to me, you
Unit, it's time to attack our prey
So make way for hip-hop's Green Beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the blame game
Is kill or be
Hear the march of the fools
Who blindly follow the rules
They use the lies as a tactic
Devolving a putrid backward aesthetic
A motto of distorted
have you leave me in the middle of the road)
Mek) a enk)(I can't move forward)
Meba a emba oh oh oh (I cant go back)
Obi megye me (somebody come rescue
for um?
Ok, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on
Doctor carter to the rescue
Excuse me if I'm late
But like a thief it takes time to be this
for um?
Ok, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on
Doctor carter to the rescue
Excuse me if I'm late
But like a thief it takes time to be this
Yeah
It's The Unit, niggas
It's Buck, nigga
The captain of the motherfuckin' ship, nigga
Salute to the whole god damn state of New York
You
streets where blood leak
Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And all we do is
the day?
Lord have mercy
Who will find a way?
Lord have mercy
Who will take away the strife
Lord have mercy
Oh Lord, rescue me from this life
Lord
the black kids
White man know with his tactics
Man fuck y'all Jim Crow madness
Ain't no help for my people
Ain't no help when we bleeding
Ain't gone rescue my
Can't nobody gon' help you
Or run to your rescue
I give respect where it's due
You, you only gonna do what I let you
Nigga don't let me catch you
With
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets
wearin Pele jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all
I'll bet ya come out with a new tactic
But while we here
(Kris go 'head, just drop it)
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, freedom
Justice, equality (food)
And once again it's big G, runnin the number rackets
Wearin Pele jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all
Rivalry:
Stems from the shit you man's selling me,
Don't lie to me I know the real definition is jealousy
Observation:
Thats my tactic to complain
paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe
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