Lyrics:
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
a i'm with my haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit niggas'll
Eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was making moves
The closet I ever been to ny was Crush
50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man
Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games
Grr (hey)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa(W)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa(Yandel)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa(G-unit)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
polluted
Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, "Time to go do this"
Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis
For
machine, filled it with hella green
Unit shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, young flop? Now what the fuck you mean?
Young said he Seen It
They double up the hurt
It's all pollution and confusion
Hiding what they're really doing
Fiending off the addicts
Keep that monetary status
Just to feed
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
while I bury you niggas
Now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away
'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
Minority troops flavors the broth of Wall Street suits
Armani or maybe Versace
Monetary gain can't stop the White House frolics
Judicial alcoholics
Cover up
with Asian n****s and I f*** with Migos
I f*** with Haitian n****s, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all n****s might hate me but
with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
the amp, we ain't missin'
I'm back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip
Nigga it's G-Unit
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these
terrorists, shit
Welcome to the third world
Invasion, a ramp of monetary inflation
That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation
Peruvians, Haitians
partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all
the Behemoth said Netcha in all its glory
Poverty is a state of mind
And wealth is a monetary grind
Twisting Greek beta alphabet
While bata testing these lyrics
I'm hitting monetary goals but that story is untold
I left her speechless pussy taste like peaches my weakness
I Still can't trust you as far as my
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
Nigga it's g-unit, fuck your click
Like
on the killing floor
Each man is there for the next man
That's the horror and the terror of war
And your overriding volunteer
Inter-unit strife, think about
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