[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 Buc]
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Vacate your home
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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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And never know what happened
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When we come through them
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cowards dont want none
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They screamin¡¯ that they murderer¡¯s
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but walkin' with no guns
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Come here nigga don¡¯t wanna die
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where your standin'
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See im holdin' on this cannon
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and your life I'm demandin'
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Put the pipe to your melon
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and your brains on the pavement
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These niggaz is talkin' thinkin
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security gunna save ¡®em
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Nobody gon¡¯ speak
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when homicide pay a visit
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Look you right in the eyes and tell ya
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"we don't know who did it"
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Corrupted by street corner
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by shootin' at the police
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The fiends up all night
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and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
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You betta get used to
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it you know how we do it
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Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
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[Chorus]
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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
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Dre joint I am Loco
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Betta than so so the games
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in the choke hold
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Diss me is a nono
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I perfected the slow flow
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In D.C. they dance the gogo
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In L.A.they ride on lolo'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'
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from the beginnin' we winnin'
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Gain's his masculinity pimpin'
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we not pretendin'
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Drop top glock cocked ready
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for the drama
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Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy
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with them llama's
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Non-stop make it hot we
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on top regardless
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You could 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 artist's
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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 ol' shit
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that I kick, haha!
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Guess who's back mothafucker
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gun in the clip
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Ready to smack up on these suckas
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that's runnin' they lip
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You can try any one of my shoes
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on none of ¡®em fit
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Your hundreds are shorter
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I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
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All I need is some cigars and quarter
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a couple cars and a lawyer
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Condom packin' a bitch
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and I'll be back with a hit
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I'm that sick, Who the hell
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you thought it was
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I got expensive habits
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I can't afford it cuz
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G-Unit is poppin'
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and we performin' all the clubs
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Niggas be shovin' and pushin'
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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
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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
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so I can bring the techs with me
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I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older
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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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G Unit |