[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown
s been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g
CUBE] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits
love with it Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it G-Unit kitted
Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! [50
crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core
ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
the real niggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass niggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 R.I.P
All the real niggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass niggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 R.
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his brain
compte les diamants sur ma Breitling Dans mon equipe, y a pas de fumistes Le gang est unique, sunnite, c'est 9.2.I. pas G-Unit Izi monnaie, izi life Oui
like And I?m probably on the phone like ? watch the girl doin? her dance Step up in the // watch her loose her pants G5 but a G4 100 dollars Hallo Where
autographs on G-Unit shoes Y'all thought it was over after Hova retired Till I pulled up in that Rover on 24 inch wires Under the limo tint spittin that gang
YAYO! Heard you hidin' in the big apple Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you 9-3 gangsta ties Haitans down in Miami (zoe gang!) yeah,
replay Not the instant replay I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit Niggaz only for your shit
snitch so its g-g-g-unot Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is Dead As
off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit
