Lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit, G-Unit G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) I blast, 50 Cent, nigga, that's what's up [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent] Right now my life movin' too fast to stop and pray See, every now and then I smile, just not today In my hood they let the chopper spray Somebody probably got shot today My name done popped when niggas surfboard You ain't stoppin' me, dog Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards (Yeah) I'm grimy as birds shitting on the top of your Ford You will die by the gun if you ain't dropping your sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking's kinda like racing and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead narc Just yesterday guns was blasting with red darts Beef, you a target 'Cause when we done with your ass Aladdin won't be the only one on the carpet Man, you wanna play with a ringer? I ain't a people's person, I give my next door neighbor the finger (Fuck you) Even though I got this shit in the stores I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes, bitch, I'm tryna get in ya drawers Man, I dump a whole clip in your man' braids Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear Band-Aids (Hahaha) I'm blowing on damn haze All of the sudden I'm gassed 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Unit's the gang Now, I know to keep low when the heat blow And have niggas post up on your block like I'm shooting free throw Still get the green from P-Dro Better known as Pedro, I'm ghetto like a patty or egg-roll Yeah, they fiendin' to stick me They don't know the ninas is with me Snuck in with Christina and Britney Y'all only spend time at the mall On New Years Eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit, G-Unit G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (That's what's up) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Keep thinking I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me Niggas talkin' in the pen's, in the street about me (Woo) Some Jake tryna watch every move I make 'Cause my diesel make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, I'm far from a amateur Holdin' more keys than your fuckin' janitor They say, "God bless the child that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome (Woo) Every breath I take, every step I take Every move I make I got a Ruger on my hip You ain't gotta like or love me, but you gon' respect me You need a fifth and two clips to try and check me Twelve in the afternoon, we can start the clappin' (Goddamn) Look, homie, I'm down for that daytime action Keep thinkin' it's a game 'til I'm in front of your home Get the drop on that ass and shots shatter your bones (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit, G-Unit G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit, nigga that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (Don't front, I'll blast it off) [Verse 3: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent] Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy (Uh-huh) When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy (Yeah) And even though the kid rappin' I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon (Woo) My gun's under my pillow, I sleep with my shoes on Every single night me and my MAC get our groove on Don't get moved on 'Cause I shoot through your biceps, your triceps, then breeze through your projects When the coke come back, it's the China White And the D don't sweat us in a bag of rice Let's ride OT and burn the tank I got this bad mami, her mouth a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And them niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous They'd rather see my moms make funeral arrangements I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks And been spittin' that shit ever since Cold Crush You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme It's Tony Two Times, beware my wrath I'm gon' school you niggas, prepare for class Yo, I peep where your funds at, peep where you pump that Money you tryna stack, I spent that on blunt wraps [Outro: Bang Em Smurf] Word to my mother, nigga 50 fuckin' Cent, nigga G-Unit nigga We about to guerrilla this industry, man Y'all niggas better know Y'all niggas better fear us, nigga Word to my mother, nigga Fuck y'all niggas wanna do? One-Three-Four, nigga, G-Unit 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, nigga Blatt, pop off