G-Unit (Album Version )

Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Haha

Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (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 or die where you standin' See I'm holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'

Put the pipe at your melon and your brain's on the pavement These niggas is talkin', thinkin' security gon' save them Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell you, "We don't know who did it" Corruptin' my street corner by shootin' 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 our faces where you won't G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Man I told y'all on my first Dre joint, I am loco Better than so-so, the game's in the choke hold Diss me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance to go-go, in L.A. 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' 20 inches spinnin from the beginnin', we winnin' Gained this masculinity we 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 Hah-hah!

We got action where you don't Show our faces where you won't G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-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 Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and a quarter A couple cars and a lawyer Kinda 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 is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs Niggas 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 blow 'cause I'm gettin' older You niggas ain't gettin' over G-Unit!

We got action where you don't Show our faces where you won't G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Hi-Tek, nigga