Lyrics:
words we spoke that
Day have forever gone away
Then it's love we talk about
To the world outside we say
"10-4 over and out"
Hello this is Unit 2 callin'
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Hook 1x
That gun in my trousers i hustle for hours ain't talking G-unit but i got the power i got thousands piling on my thousand island she fuck
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
I got them watching me,
Cheek
Moving the units we trapping all over the interstate
cin't doing no time for putting food all on my dinner plate
Investing my 1s and 2s
and hollas for hours
(fucking cowards)
Ya bird brain should've stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone
Where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? Nothing
Imma show you how to do this. How to convert units.
All my scholars raise ya hands, cause we to busy schoolin'
It's simple let me prove it. We gotta
three-legged breed of animal. The unit monster sat in the corner. The colonel took a step toward Tela and spoke. "I needed to come here tonight" he said, "to
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
I got them watching
on a beautiful day
Daydreams, I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours such a beautiful day
G Unit! South yeah
I got this niggas i'm baaaaaaack
How did they do it
Such a tight-knit unit
How did they do it
Such a tight-knit unit
At the age of five he left, though it wasn't his choice
But
it
I jumped the gun; Sometimes I romanticize for
Hours and hours
Hours and hours
You been through hell, girl I can tell, your last nigga a coward
I
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm
When all else seems to fail
I wish I had my youth again
But all good things must die
I spent it in the behavioral units
Pacing down the line
Hours too
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
here we go)
'Cause I'm a drama setter
Since Yayo is home, them AR's is drawn (yeah)
Obie's Guerrilla-Unit, fuck affiliation
We are one, it is
unit, pure sanity
We don't do it for vanity
You might hear some profanity, but I promise we cool
We do our best and do it for you
Can't wait to watch you
and clinical environment of the unit.
In the hours leading up to my discharge, I borrowed a No.2 pencil
from the nurse's station;
and in an empty space,
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
the G-Unit
Cracks by the gram an hour, that's a G-Unit
Like Ciara when I'm keeping the 'Goodies'
'cause' I'm Jazzy like Pha with a tank in the Hoody
I'm Like..
on a hot Summer night
The soles of these shoes after all this time I spent chasing you
It kept the AC unit in my window sill, but couldn't ever change
an hour ain't cutting it
You can be the worker, but I'm tryna be the boss
I'm mostly on my humble, but sometimes I wanna floss
And get that guap that my 9
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