G-Unit (Explicit)

Yeah!

50 Cent

Lloyd Banks

Young Buck

G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Haha!

Vacate your home

I come to break your bones

America's nightmare

We at it again

A Desert Eagle and black MAC-10

They never know what happened

When we come through

Them cowards don't want none

They screaming that they murderers

But walk in with no guns

Come here, ****, don't run

Or die where you standing

See I'm holding on this cannon

And your life, I'm demanding

Put the pipe to your melon

And your brains on the pavement

These **** is talking

Thinkin' security gon' save 'em

Nobody gon' speak

When homicide pay a visit

Look you right in the eyes and tell you

"We don't know who did it!"

Corrupted my street corner

By shooting at the police

The fiends up all night

And the neighbors gettin' no sleep

You better get used to it

You know how we do it

Shady-Aftermath, Interscope

And G-Unit

(We got action where you don't)

(Show up places where you won't)

(G-Unit)

G-G-G-G-G-Unit

(G-Unit)

Man, I told y'all on my first Dre joint

I am loco

Better than so-so, the game's in a chokehold

Diss me's a no-no

I perfected this slow-flow

In DC, they dance to go-go

In LA, they ride on low-lows

G-Unit in the house

Oh no

You ain't ready, it's heavy

'65 Chevy, old school rollin'

I'm holding

Twenty inches spinning

From the beginning, we winning

Gained this masculinity pimping

We not pretending

Drop top, Glock cocked

Ready for the drama

Pistols pop, cops 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

Haha!

(We got action where you don't)

(Show up places where you won't)

(G-Unit)

G-G-G-G-G-Unit

(G-Unit)

Guess who's back, motherfucker

Gun and a clip

Ready to smack up on these suckers

That's running they lip

You can try any one of my shoes on

None of 'em fit

Your hunnids are shorter

I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter

All I need is some cigars and a quarter

A couple cars and a lawyer

Kinda packing 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 is popping and we perform

In all the clubs

**** be shoving and pushing

And someone is gushing, surprise

She giving up the buns on the cushion

Sweating and screaming

Sucking me off the rest of the evening

And I'm leaving!

On to the next city

Stash box in the bus

So I could bring the TECs with me

I gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older

You **** ain't getting over

G-UNIT!

(We got action where you don't)

(Show up places where you won't)

(G-Unit)

G-G-G-G-G-Unit

(G-Unit)