G Unit lyrics

[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]