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Yea… Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Yea…Niggas salute me

Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]

We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

G Unitttt

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Whatcha say whatcha say?

G Unit solider

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Yea…Yea…

I’m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin

For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)

We gamble on ball courts

Keep the paint peelin

You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin

I’m stuck in the past

Shit changed since the 80s (What)

I know ladies, that got babies wit babies

Out here its basketball and speedbags

And guns that’ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up

And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)

Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top

While I’m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top

So never show love wit ya left hand

You’ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug’s a dead man (come on)

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit solider

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Home of the new right here

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Nigga…Nigga

Niggas know I’m hot

But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)

Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)

I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly

Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes

Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)

I aint straight I’m livin where its hot and sandy

And the Benz’s complexion is cotton candy

I bounced up, thats the best part

You niggas don’t know what pain is

The only scar on ya body’s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open

Cause it’s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)

Listen homie

We got AKs and Remintons

For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians

Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball

So if you see me in the club I’m in the bathroom stall

Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night

She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

50 whatcha say??

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Yea…G Unit man..

We runnin the streets man

We takin this rap shit over man

This serious man its more then rap nigga

Mention this nigga 50 name nigga

I’m blowin niggas brains out nigga

Thats my nigga right there

Yea…it aint a game no more

Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks

Same go for them nigga

Blow ya fuckin head off nigga

G Unit klick

My nigga Proav L

Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood

134 nigga

We got yall nigga

Yea…uh..uh

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Yea… Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Yea…Niggas salute me

Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]

We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

G Unitttt

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Whatcha say whatcha say?

G Unit solider

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Yea…Yea…

I’m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin

For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)

We gamble on ball courts

Keep the paint peelin

You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin

I’m stuck in the past

Shit changed since the 80s (What)

I know ladies, that got babies wit babies

Out here its basketball and speedbags

And guns that’ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up

And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)

Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top

While I’m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top

So never show love wit ya left hand

You’ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug’s a dead man (come on)

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit solider

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Home of the new right here

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Nigga…Nigga

Niggas know I’m hot

But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)

Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)

I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly

Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes

Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)

I aint straight I’m livin where its hot and sandy

And the Benz’s complexion is cotton candy

I bounced up, thats the best part

You niggas don’t know what pain is

The only scar on ya body’s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open

Cause it’s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)

Listen homie

We got AKs and Remintons

For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians

Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball

So if you see me in the club I’m in the bathroom stall

Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night

She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

50 whatcha say??

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

G Unit soliders

(gun cocks)

Ride out

Yea…G Unit man..

We runnin the streets man

We takin this rap shit over man

This serious man its more then rap nigga

Mention this nigga 50 name nigga

I’m blowin niggas brains out nigga

Thats my nigga right there

Yea…it aint a game no more

Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks

Same go for them nigga

Blow ya fuckin head off nigga

G Unit klick

My nigga Proav L

Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood

134 nigga

We got yall nigga

Yea…uh..uh

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