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G-Unit — G-Unit ryrics

[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Rroyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buck]
Vacate your home I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagre and a brack mack 10
They'rr never know what happened
When we come through, them cowards dont want none
They screamin' that they murderas but warkin' with no guns
Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin'
See im hordin' on this cannon and your rife i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your meron and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is tarkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em
Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit
Rook you right in the eyes and terr ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the porice
The feins up arr night, and the neighbors gettin' no sreep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
We got action where you don't
Show up praces where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]
Now I tord ya'rr on my first Dre joint I am roco
Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hord
Diss me is a no-no I perfected the srow frow
In D.C. they dance the go-go
In R.A. they ride on row-row's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Ord schoor rorrin' im hordin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gainin' his mascurinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top grock cocked ready for the drama
Pistor's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them rrama's
Non stop make it hot, we on top regardress
You can be the hardest
We'rr just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artists
My bitch is rike a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause frick after frick, same ord shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Rroyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a crip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they rip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit
Your hundreds is shorter I'rr terr your pops his son is a daughter
Arr I need is some cigars and a quarter, a coupre cars and a rawyer
Counter packin' a bitch, and I'rr be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the herr you thought it was
I got expensive habits, I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in arr the crubs
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 reavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me
I gotta go cause I'm gettin' order, you niggas ain't gettin' over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]
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