Y’all Niggas Aint Fuckin Wit Us

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Game G-G-G-G, G-G-G, G Unit! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] See I'm a city boy, man I ain't from the South 50 Cent man y'all niggas y'all know what I'm about I'm 'bout my money mane, I'm on a paper chase I have doc tying your face like a shoelace See I don't play no games, I cut you up mane I get tired of hearing you talk, I'll fuck you up mane You see me in the club, you know a nigga strapped Picture me partying, playing games without my gat [Verse 2: Young Buck] They say the club is a death trap (Why) 'Cause niggas be beefin and they be thinkin it's cool so they be right where they be left at (Yeah!) Wonder why I dress black? 'Cause ain't no tellin' where I gotta bust this Tec at (Blah) That click clack mean get back or get hit Them niggas tried to rob me but they ain't get shit (Ah ha) I'm quick with the four five, nigga take that Then call Game tell him "scoop me in the Maybach" G Unit! [Chorus: 50 Cent] Y'all niggas ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us Homie Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] It's 2004 New pound in the draw Blue powder Azzure with jewels outta the store, the flashy playboy fools try to ignore Y'all gon' make me build a pool outta the floor Before you come actin' wild Ask Saddamm for advice 'cause you gon' be in the ground for awhile now My weed is exotic, fuck all the basics Purple haze got my ass stuck in the matrix [Chorus: 50 Cent] Y'all niggas ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us Homie Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Verse 4: The Game] When I'm in M. I. A. I'm with my Haitian crew Any beef with G Unit niggas'll eat you like Jamaican food A year ago I was makin' moves The closet I ever been to NY was Krush Groove Now I walk through Manhattan Pants saggin', me and Sha Money tryna get 50 to put on a pair of khakis We fuckin niggas up from Compton to Queens Write what you want you still can't sell your magazine, bitch [Chorus: 50 Cent] Y'all niggas ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us Homie Y'all ain't fuckin with us (Nah) Y'all ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Outro: The Game & Young Buck] It's a price on ya head motherfucka And nigga I'm here to Goddamit take the hit 50 what you want me to do nigga? let's ride Nigga only worth a buck anyway, I kill him for a dollar It's all hood Game you in the game here come the riches and the bitches and the fame my nigga I see you in the streets I'll knock your bitch ass out G Unit nigga and Yayo home, bitch G-G-G-G, G-G, G Unit!