[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 yell 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 are places 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-sop 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]