G-Unit - G-Unit lyrics

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!
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu oooo-Nit)

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 DC they dance to go-go
In LA 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'
Twenty 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!
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu oooo-Nit)

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 habit's
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!
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu oooo-Nit)
Hi Tek, nigga