Lyrics:
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This war is very boring!
Elite unit 200th Separate Motor Rifle Brigade from Murmansk get ass kicked in Kharkov.
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This war is wery boring
Elite unit, 200th Separate Motor Rifle Brigade from Murmansk, get ass kicked
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
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America,
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
& got different twins
Niggas play the game more than they shoot still got beginner skins
Bitch I'm big fuck 12 for life but we got 9 Ks like a crime unit
never been stagnant I'm so used to moving units
I'm so used to making sales I got a sales gig
Everything legal Still they question why my mail lit
I ain't
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
[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
that you're dyin'
But enough hatred towards the money grubbin'
I wrote this whole song out of lovin', Zion!
Nonmonetary society
Economy and monetary
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
it like ogres do
I’m finna fray with my guys we a soldier unit
I can’t keep up with these rollercoaster movements
So I roll up a flute and I blow out
And search for rain so I'll strain
And sing my songs until I?ll rest
We are creators of you lack of spirit
Cash on the nail we pay
The minute is your monetary
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
Of all the times...
Jargon
Has been mistaken
For a unit of music
We are the CounterAgents
Building through
Kinetic phonetics
Lyrical linguistics
In
Taking down trained units
Fueled by our despise
Our ambition be so grueling
Nobody survives
My will to fight still keeps me moving
One day you'll realize
of Kherson, during the 2022 Russian invasion of Ukraine. This brigade continues to fight Russian units in Kherson Province into April 2022.
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
disgusting
Wrist game all Swiss made
My stick game all Russian
Diamonds dancing like Usher Raymond
No comment my fucking statement
Five star my accommodation
stopping
Got another drink now the shots on you
Let's play Russian roulette for the night
Click clack bang, loaded up
Take another shot, shoot!
Grey Goose
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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