Lyrics:
tete jusqu'à la transe totale, jusqu'à c'que les flics stoppent la fête
Prend c'qu'est transportable
J'suis un ancien, dans ma bande j'ai le plus grand
[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
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit
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
Green Lantern (Green Lantern)
The infiltration
We coming, yeah
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit (uh-huh)
D-Twizzy in this bitch (haha), with Obie Trice
reason is
I smell the pride in the air that you're breathing in
They said to take one for the team bruh that's all I know
They put me in I take the win
(man dem in the house!)
Whenever the man dem come with tha fire
We demand to see ya hands (ha!)
Put em in the air one time! (One time!)
Put em in the air
acclaimed
Drive you insane, woman with a brain
I'm a Flavor Unit MC
And that means I'm one of
The roughest, def-est, toughest, best-est
Wickedest MCs rappers
a nigga step on my white Air Ones
It's red rum, ready, here it come
Compton, uh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was
a nigga step on my white Air Ones
It's red rum, ready, here it come
Compton, uh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was
Get 'em hands in the air
Like the timer hit 12
And you know that's how it's really gonna go down
Baby girl, yeah she know what she showin'
When she
oh oh oh
Cet air de jeux qui nous unit
oh oh oh oh
car sans toi je n'aime plus Paris
Cette idylle qui n'aurait lieu qu'ici
Car sans toi je n'aime plus
yells
?What the fuck nigga ya lookin' at? Now get the fuck outta here"
Then I get that feeling that I feel when danger is in the air
Then out of nowhere
(I do it)
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I don't need that, I'm ridin wit Dre
Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up
Who the fuck
Look
Bring homicide to instrumental do the same to a feature
I used to move with ease and leisure in my G Unit sneakers
Never suttle reason
Seen
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,
worked on every cell block
Now, things're goin' good
But then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
Swing low
Swing low
Swing low and carry me home
up in the air, yeah, just like that now
Chill, and watch me rap cause I'm flowing (Flowing)
Just like water I slaughter (Slaughter)
A battle, put me in
And throw it up in the air, yeah, just like that now
Chill, and watch me rap cause I'm flowing (Flowing)
Just like water I slaughter (Slaughter)
A battle,
ghetto quran)
Had names in the daily news (shot you nine times)
You could barely move (D Block got the 10th shot) fuck it
(Lets air this dude, this Ja
poo
Fucked him in the ass and now
I smell like poo poo
I robbed a dudes air conditioning unit
He came in when it was happening
I decided to pull out my
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups (Get some money ho)
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with
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