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 [50 Cent]
 
 Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
 G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
 
 [Young Buc]
 
 Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
 Americas nightmare we at it again
 A desert eagle and a black mack 10
 And neva know what happend
 When we come through them cowards dont want none
 They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
 Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
 See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
 Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
 These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
 Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
 Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
 Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
 The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
 You betta get used to it you know how we do it
 Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got action when you don't
 Show our faces when you won't
 G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
 
 [50 Cent]
 
 Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
 Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
 Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
 In D.C. they dance the gogo
 In L.A.they ride on lolo's
 G-Unit in the house, oh no
 You ain't ready it's heavy
 
65 chevy
 Old school rollin' im holdin'
 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
 Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
 Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
 Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
 Non-stop make it hot we the top regardless
 You can be the hardest
 We'll just be the smartest
 I warn you not to start us
 We're not you average artist's
 My bitch is like a goddess
 When paparazzi spot us
 Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Lloyd Banks]
 
 Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
 Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
 You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
 Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
 All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
 Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
 I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
 I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
 G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
 Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
 She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
 Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
 And i'm leavin', on to the next city
 Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
 I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
 G-U-NIT
 
 [Chorus] 
            
 
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