G-Unit Anthem

50 Cent

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    (Chorus) 2x

    G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
    G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut )
    G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
    G-G-G-UNIT!

    Tony Yayo:

    In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
    as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
    success got me feelin like an old man
    so i stay on point for that red and gold van
    its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
    and the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
    my flow have you rotting, like Raw in the Street
    so freaks gimme ass like toilet seats
    get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
    so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
    i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an EngleWood
    Blood
    i mengle wit Thugs, u see me dont budge
    import, export get rid of tha drugs
    styll pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
    i use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
    now i dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of Hazard

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    (chorus ) 2x

    Lloyd Banks:

    I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
    'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
    im always wit ya bitches
    only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
    u broke rob more blocks
    u aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card
    board box
    Gucci down to my sock, groupies roundin my cock
    different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
    she'll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous
    i'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
    ya'll dont want it with tha kid at all
    same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz ball
    when we come after u, it aint no graze shots
    this nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Pops
    you pussy, i think even Pac can smell this shit
    cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)

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    50 Cent:

    I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
    4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
    i pop-rob nigga front i out my knife in yo gut
    have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut
    i go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon
    but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
    everytime i'm in the place, niggaz grill a nigga
    but they feel a nigga, cuz i'll kill a nigga
    OOH squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
    before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
    ima General (wut!) niggaz solute me
    u a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
    i done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
    got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit
    (Private Banks request permission to speak)
    Speak Nigga!
    its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!!

    Close Chorus 2x

    Información de la canción

    Composición: 50 Cent, Cha, Christopher Lloyd y Mitchell Bernard

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