Lyrics:
(Advertiser)
And now a public service announcement
For those who may be
Confused Curtis Of G-Unit
(50 Cent) ladies and gentlemen it's been
Brought
Why haven't you learned anything! Uh, uh, uh
One two one two uh, uh, uh, uh
Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
Nigga G-Unit is
(hip hop,
I was fresh out of the service
It was back in 82
I raised some Cain when I come back to town
I left to be all I could be
Come home without a clue
actually southbound, on a service street
and, uh, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service street he suddenly turned off
[Intro]
Wussup with it, nigga? (It's how I do things)
G-Unit South! (You know you fucked up, right?)
Aye yo, fuck tha police!!
And fuck you snitchy
me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
an oder
Still we gone get it past rover nem the k9 unit
My nigga Hopefully Hopefully I prey that they don't pull us over
Hopefully Hopefully
Hopefully
My opinion and songs does not necessarily
Reflect the views of any organization and are my own
I don't see no service request
Discrepancy letters
Machine was built by man
To service womankind
And once production's economized
You'll enjoy the decline
Technology's perfected
The armies are
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
revolvers'll get to spinning
Your services are no longer needed, Rock-a-bye baby
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
crazy, my mercy has limit's
Push Me
A hundred revolvers'll get to spinning
Your services are no longer needed
Rock-a-bye baby
My bitch'll do it to you with
This may be the tomb we feared, that of the former Queen
What are you going to do?
I will send the delta group with security units. They will do
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
The homie John John up in this motherfucker
Mr x to the Z
With a public service announcement
For all you faggot
going to be shooting the Uzi, I immediately recognized it as the gun
The Presidential Secret Service men carry under their coats!
"What's next? Do
My mama got a half a million dollar house
Yeah nigga I did that
Service great
So we serving
Staying down
Now we working
Blowin racks
Did it on purpose
up guitars
I train flavor to units
Call me the commissar
To be electric on mics
I'm a microphone master sarge
Nah I'm official call me a officer
security, you can't call the Secret Service
Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin' agent nervous
Backstage passes special units break your Fendi
repense à ce qui nous unit
Et qu'on refixe les yeux sur Jésus-Christ
Refixer les yeux sur Jésus-Christ
Refixer les yeux sur Jésus-Christ
(Recentrons-nous
more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head
in that certain niggas did
Reason behind they service
In the pen partially why I don't write
I just pull it out the wind
Sometime I can't sleep
doing a lot of these jumps
Around and moving storage unit's
Now I'm dealing with bad teachers who
Hate dealing with poor students
We go back and forth get
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point
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