Lyrics:
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothing G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep going to school
So they keep going out
'Cause they're just not Real
Yeah that's right
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothing G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep going to school
So they keep going out
'Cause they're just not Real
Yeah that's right
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Riggs Morales
I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis
It's
Aiyyo you niggaz done ate long enough
G-Unit! Ohh!
[Chorus]
AYYY, I'm the clean up man!
It ain't too many niggaz that can do it like I can
Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (It's the Unit)
Ayo 50, ayo this nigga barely breathing, nigga!
It won't be long before you dead
You
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
Started out with blood money
50k in drugs on me
[?] put thugs on me
Just pulled up in the club homey
We just put my thugs on it
Home boy gettin
Lets' talk about the fact you'll
Never take nothin' from me
Lets talk about the fact you niggas
Hate I'm up and runnin' rG3 nigga, be that
Runnin' through
gon' whack me, nigga? (Whack me)
Know I keep that phew-phew-phew when I'm in traffic, nigga (gang-gang-gang)
On that 50 Cent, G-Unit shit, boy, I ain't
What We 'Bout
And On Behalf Of G-Unit, Welcome To The South
David Banner:
I Swear On The Soul's Of Our Dead Cousin's
I Ain't Fuckin, Man I'm
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
on Cris'
Its T-O-N-Y, G-Unit is the clique
On the back the clip
Thats the hammer on the pound
So you better (get-get-get-get-get down)
I'm on the Greyhound
(Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
What up though?
It's the godfather Trick Trick
You either
son
You know what I mean?
They're gonna thank later
Infamous soldiers, G-Unit
Motherfucking Guerillas, you heard?
Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know
This is for the grown and sexy
Excuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
sometimes on her, you know what I mean?
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-why-see
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
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