[50 Cent]
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Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
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G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
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[Young Buck]
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Vacate your home I come to break your bones
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Americas nightmare we at it again
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A desert eagle and a black mack 10
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They'll never know what happened
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When we come through, them cowards dont want none
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They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns
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Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin'
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See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
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Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
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These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em
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Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit
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Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
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Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
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The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
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You betta get used to it you know how we do it
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Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
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[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
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We got action where you don't
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Show up places where you won't
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G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
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[50 Cent]
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Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am loco
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Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold
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Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow
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In D.C. they dance the go-go
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In L.A. they ride on low-low's
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G-Unit in the house, oh no
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You ain't ready it's heavy
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65 chevy
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Old school rollin' im holdin'
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20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
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Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
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Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama
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Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's
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Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless
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You can be the hardest
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We'll just be the smartest
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I warn you not to start us
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We're not your average artists
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My bitch is like a goddess
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When paparazzi spot us
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Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha!
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip
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Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
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You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit
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Your hundreds is shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
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All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer
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Counter packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
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I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
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I got expensive habits, I can't afford it cause
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G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs
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Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
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She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
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Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
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And i'm leavin', on to the next city
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Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me
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I gotta go cause I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over
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G-U-NIT
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[Chorus]
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G-Unit
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