G-Unit Killaz (50 Cent & Eminem Diss)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Benzino & Black Child] Killaz G-Unit Killaz (Untouchables, ya heard!) G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz And rest In peace, to that snitch 50 Cent [Verse 1: Black Child] Yo, I don't give a fuck how many records you sold Or how many industry niggas you know Or how many people you pay not to play this shit I ain't scared to say this shit All I hear is A.K. this and A.K. that Who you gon' kill, white boy? You ain't killin' Black Niggas get away with killin' niggas all the time When whities get white line, crackers'll fight crime, fuck that Nigga you'll see me with gloves When I duct tape and wrap you up We could shoot five, or 1.5 At point blank range, till one of us dies [Verse 2: Benzino] Remember when you [lyrics obstructed by Chorus] Murder me Tourin' bulletproof cars with security Talkin' how you gonna ride and try ta murder me Nigga, please, I'm the reason why you breathin' in the first place Send the wolves bring the heaters to your birth place Tight white pants wearin' little homo! Shot in the face, Violator scream "promo"! And you can never be Jimmy's favorite son, see Him and Tarzan caked out, you just a monkey Bottom line, guns up when I'm runnin' up (Nigga) I got killaz up in N.Y., Boston, Cali, Houston, Miami, Killaz! [Verse 3: 0-1] 0-1 lays it down in the booth I lay 50 down on the ground when I shoot 16 shots for Loose I'm like Pac in Juice, pop niggas up for juice Kill that white boy and his white bitch like O-Juice Y'all niggas is really stupid, niggas is studio gangsters They really don't do shit, but me and my niggas pop off and empty out clips 8 in his body and 1 in his lip, this nigga deserve to get hit Nigga we're bash-boulding bullets as soon as I pull the trigger It's a wrap, he dead in the basement, without Tigger And Em, your wife Kim lookin' aight, I'ma get her 'Cause once she go black she'll be runnin' back to a nigga [Verse 4: Young Lo] I'ma see to it that we eat, it's mandatory So when these pistols go click that's the end of story You done already tasted blood, yeah, and got the icepick to you and didn't blaze your gun So tell me how that make you thug, 'cause you got your little guns and your vests Loud pussies, you wear thongs and tight dresses Get my drift, so if you dyin' to meet God we will give you a lift Wrap you up real tight like some Christmas gifts And drop you off in the hood like a hustla's brick So come on, 50, use your brain You been to ICU once, you tryna see it again? (Faggot) [Chorus: Benzino & Jody Mack] G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz Zino, let me holla at him, let me holla, I'm one from his hood, nigga G-Unit Killaz My side to your side [Verse 5: Jody Mack] I got these niggas coughin' up blood Tryna get it on wit' the thug, who that? Chris Black! I don't give a fuck 'bout who you wit', or if your Unit handle they biz Or if this nigga's a thug or if his gun gon' spit Yo, I don't give a fuck Dawg, I bangs all day 24/7/365 the raw way Part 3, The Dog Days, ya heard? I'm tryna eat And my nigga, I know no fear 'cause I rolls with heat and, my nigga I won't be beat 'cause I set shit off Take niggas like you to war then I deads 'em all, wets 'em all But if you niggas want it you get it But I swear to God, before you can turn, I'ma cock mine and spit it, motherfucker [Verse 6: Unknown] (G-Unit Killaz) Goddamn, get 'em hot Never ran 50, pop you where you stand Whether the drops Sedan, ain't nothin' stoppin' this nigga And we gon' ride to the death 'cause we some G-Unit Killaz Fuck that, get skrilla with some real ass niggas Bust steel at niggas, Zino with Murder, yeah, niggas Y'all know what it is so tell 'em we ain't takin' no shit We cock the 5th, bustin' shots and poppin' ya kids And Violator suck a dick, and Mike Lightly's a fed And 50's plottin' to snitch so we give one to the head Y'all niggas heard what I said, we take 'em outta the 'burbs And Suburbans and won't stop till all y'all niggas dead, yeah! [Verse 7: Rah] 50, the caliber slugs will rip your chest up, you bitch made motherfuckers Don't want none of us, we G-Unit Killaz, better watch where y'all runnin' or get popped None of y'all niggas want that, so y'all better stop frontin' And start duckin' 'cause when them thangs comin', ain't no runnin' from nothin' And you feel ya brain numbin' then you knowin' it's somethin' you got yourself into, you fuckin' with real dudes That'll put a slug in you, Loose! You gon' get a rude awakenin', and a change gon' come Tear this bitch, nigga been fakin' and always on the run Can't hide, punishment's comin', your way to your side It's 'bout that time, now feel the A.K [Verse 8: Young Hardy] Yo, you ain't never bust a gat, homie Lonely, before rap I used to have crack on me The click-clack at your wrist snaps slowly Get smashed, while you gettin' stabbed at Sony If G-Unit's in the house, the black 4-5th is in they mouth Blood spittin' it out I cock back, dump and empty out Fuck attempts, Murder ones what I'm about If my man tell me "bang", I do it Mack so big I gotta put my back into it See your grave, I'ma slap you to it This rap game need the street back into it [Chorus: Benzino] G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz G-Unit Killaz (Untouchables, ya heard!)