Lyrics:
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
told 'em I'm really in the vibe
(In the vibe) if you devour me
It's a hell of a night keepin' me company
Fifty G's by my side if you devour me
It's
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma
a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
girl poppin'
Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings
I catch extras with extra toppings
Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in
Ain't no stoppin, G-Unit
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
and Lloyd Banks
and Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la la la)
rock
Yeah it's the talk of New York (yeah, yeah, yeah nigga!)
Mixed with that N.W.A. shit (what up? real talk of New York nigga)
I mean that G-Unit shit
awesome (now)
Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock"
Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so
like, "You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-unit!"
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after party unless
to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all
I'm carin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
It's The Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'?
Straight G's nigga, G's up nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga
Y'all know what time it
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
I get money, money I got
So its a 100
pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's
And laughin' while I pass through times
And all these bastards that be watchin'
Just keep it
look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm facin'
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin'
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
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