Lyrics:
scrape in their escape, it implies
A familiar voice that's growing faint
On the other end of the telephone
When the family storage unit closes forever
the telephone
Attention all cars, attention all cars
Unit 313 has apprehended the suspect
He's going back to the crazy home
I repeat, he's going back
Lover on the line, You want see me but you're blind
Try to touch me, touch me with your mind
Love me on the line, For this unit you are mine
I'm your
I really want it so it's hard to be patient
While I'm still baking and I ain't miss yet
My g unit gotta dipset
Heading for greatness
Been working hard
[Intro]
Lover on the line
You won't see me, but you're blind
Try to touch me, touch me with your mind
Love me on the line
For this unit you are mine
[Intro]
Lover on the line
You won't see me, but you're blind
Try to touch me, touch me with your mind
Love me on the line
For this unit you are mine
[Intro]
Lover on the line
You won't see me, but you're blind
Try to touch me, touch me with your mind
Love me on the line
For this unit you are mine
Fill it up
The cup is dry
Callin' you at night with your telephone
A when you bring the boom
That optic beam
Satellite's stream gunnin' down
Ooh ooh
his eyes with yellow soap
He stole his daddy's microscope
All alone or in a crowd
Never say his name aloud
Now he wants to know your unit's name
a unit
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit' out ruinin' it, or abusin' it,
Like a mutha fucka would supposed to when there's a shortage
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
(Telephone rings 6x)
Yeah..
I dunno no that bitch bugged out she fuckin other niggas
girl(hello?)
Hey! Hey!
Where was you at last night?
Yo!She
component that keeps there unit cohesive
It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober
Life experiences to hum to
These kids play Red Rover? I look for
{telephone ringing}
Hello... hello...
Yo what up, man!?!
Who the fuck is this?
Who the fuck it sound like, man?
What the fuck you calling so early
keep it real for 50 cents
Ain't that a bitch
My unit keep it a hundred we got perfect grades
Using cheat codes finesse the game it's lemonade
They
bungalow
A black hole fixer-upper
With some false hope carpet cleaner
And a TV dinner last supper
Try me on the telecaster
Not a telephone I never answer
You and your blue shirt
You and your blue shirt
You and your auto-pilot
Circling through the room
High above the bed
Looking like a mobile unit
You
an order, let my niggas pick the gun up
That's when I bone ya, nigga wake yo' punk ass up
This is ammonia, fuck your face up
Bitches won't even telephone
pandu laju tiada go back
Telephone seven crime
Terlebih move sampai dah tak boleh brake
Middle finger slide right call the phoney now
Load the Glock
care a damn, Zulu man na go make no apologies
You want burned out telephones?
Me know a gal who turn it on before you reach home
She tell me seh you
subtile pour que tu l'imites
J'ai pas que ça à faire d'être timide
C'est le king bébé, tu peux essorer ton string humide
C'est pas G-Unit, on t'nique !
like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit
mon téléphone sans appli' heureusement tu fais la torche
Quoi qu'ils disent man, le raincif ne sera jamais en crise man
Ramène la dope la plus forte
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