50 Cent & Lloyd Banks

50 Cent & Lloyd Banks - G-Unit lyrics

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50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck

G-Unit, ha, ha, ha

Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones

America's nightmare, we at it again

(Yeah, c'mon)

A desert eagle and a black mac-10

They'll never know what happened

When we come through, them cowards don't want none

They screamin' that they murderers but walkin' with no guns

C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standin'

See I'm holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'

Put the pipes at your melon and brain's on the pavement

These niggaz is talkin', thinkin' security gonna save them

Ain't nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit

Look you right in the eye and tell you, "We don't know who did it"

Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police

The fiend's up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep

You better get used to it, you know how we do it

Shady, Aftermath, Inter scope and G-Unit

We got action where you don't

Show up places where you won't

G-Unit, G-Unit

(G-Unit, G-Unit)

Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint, I am loco

Better than so, so, game's in the choke hold

Dissin' me's a no, no, I perfected the slow flow

In D.C. they dance the go, go, in LA they ride on lo, lo's

G-Unit in the house, oh no

You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy

Old school rollin', I'm holdin'

Twenty inches spinnin' from the beginnin', we winnin'

Gained this masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'

Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama

Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas

Non stop, make it hot, we on top regardless

You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest

I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists

My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us

It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick

Ha, ha

We got action where you don't

Show up places where you won't

G-Unit, G-Unit

(G-Unit, G-Unit)

Guess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip

Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip

You can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit

Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter

All I need is some cigars and a quarter

A couple cars and a lawyer

Comin' 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 afford it 'cause

G-Unit's poppin' and we perform in all the clubs

Niggaz be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin' surprise

She's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'

Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'

On to the next city

Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me

I gotta focus, I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over


We got action where you don't

Show up places where you won't

G-Unit, G-Unit

(G-Unit, G-Unit)

High-tech, niggaz

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