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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Ya’ll niggas know what it is man
G Unit South
Fuck, I pull through I see niggas…
Fix your motherfuckin’ face nigga
Look at these fuckin’ chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin’ monkies
Huh,hear me
It’s G-Unit
Young Buck!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
In the beggining I was humble
Just thankful for makin’ it out the jungle
I’ve never ever said nothin’ on this mic I didn’t want to
I’m a soldier so soon as 50 give me a mission
I’m on my enemie’s territory then play my position
And homie know me even that nigga thats wearin’ ya chain
See we both from the south but homie we ain’t the same
And I remain in the same fuckin’ project buildings
I got guns everywhere bullet holes in the ceiling
My adrenaline pumpin’
Got this 12 Gauge dumpin’
Out the back of this Cutless
If I get hit up then fuck it (yeaaaah)
The Reaper comin’ so don’t look back just keep runnin’
Tell 50 for this hit I don’t need nothin’ „You owe me one”
Now show me son
And where he be at
Thats all I need to know, you can go i’m a be back
Any other time I probably would’ve asked Banks to ride
But this ain’t got nothin’ to do with G Unit nigga… just you and I
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
You should see when I’m stunting, I flash the stones to be wanting
Push the whip, see me rolling, you can tell that I’m holding
I’m just doing ma thang, you know the Units the game
I got my grimy Shady with me you front you gonna have to get me
[Verse 2: The Game]
New York New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I’m doing my thing
Got me fucking wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville I’m good when I come through
So I don’t gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo
I’m gangster more like Deebo when he was Zeus
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice
You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through
I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22
Homie I’ll let the .38 special rip through that vest
And I don’t contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser
Got Compton on my back
I’m starting to feel the pressure
I’m lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
[Verse 3: Eminem]
They think they’re crazy but they ain’t crazy lets face it, shit basically
They just playing sick, they ain’t shit They ain’t saying shit, spray ’em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I’ll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem you staying with me?
Don’t let me lose you, I’m not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message am I getting through to you?
You know whats coming you motherfuckers don’t even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The Juggernauts of this rap shit like it or not
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children – nuclear shower
There’s nothing spookier, you’re now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
Niggas is so gangsta, Niggas is thugs
Niggas’ll spend their whole life peddlin drugs
Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some niggas came up, some just didn’t
That’s just the way it is, if it ain’t meant it, it just isn’t
Some niggas’ll get money and pay niggas to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that’s as backwards, cuz them niggas just gone keep coming back
And that’s when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It’s best to be business with me than against me
Niggas get behind mics and ain’t even MC’s
Niggas get on MTV just to diss me
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
[Verse 5: 2Pac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin’ is similar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin’
Blast and watch em’ back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggas get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I’m raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that’s on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I’m smokin’ bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggas
I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin” these tricks now they all want to sue me
So Fuck em’ all
[Hook: 50 Cent] (x2)
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