Theodore Unit, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah - It's the Unit lyrics
[Theodore Unit, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah - It's the Unit lyrics]
Had enough you tango when I hit three
Pull that God damn trigger one two gunshot
And ya'll are proof
Meet me back at the place
(What in the hell) It's Jones, break him off!
Theodore, Theodore, Theodore
(Muthafucka, it's the Unit
This the shit, throw your elbows to it)
All ya'll upcoming MC's, follow the Don
We gon' take a little
Walk around Eminem's pond
To a nice beautiful place, where 50 got rich
Far far away, from the drug dealer shit
Down deep in the bricks
Where the thugs kill shit
I'm gonna keep reppin' my hood
And I ain't gonna stop
Fightin' to get paper, while the pistols pop
These police hate me, and wanna close my shop
Yeah, street flavor niggas
Me and my Goon Squad
Mixed with Theodore, kid, bang my tunes hard
Bang bang, be Don, be doin' my thang, thang
Especially when I go hard for God
And a special ed' bitch respect my retard
Paid us money? (yeah, comin' in, all right?)
I'm in the 0-5 Benz, with the suicide doors
Lazy eye lights, and the apple suede floors
Mossberg jacket, Carmine's, number six
My guns out the windows
Reload it like The Matrix
I'm tryin' take this back to '86
Where the chains are hollow
And silly rabbit's had 'tricks'
We all pose like jail flicks (word)
And them nicks was like twenties
We ain't rock Christ heads
We had Playboy bunnies
And Jordans to, I rocked ones in '85
I'mma rap, but I rhyme, just to stay alive
No jive, we fam, like the Jackson 5
Twisting the Gerder
One leg on the wheel as I ride
No low profile, I need meat on the wheels
And the law gonna help me get a mil for reals
Big business, billion dollar funds for deals
All protein, son, I need steak for meals
Keep your scampi, pa
Pull that God damn trigger one two gunshot
And ya'll are proof
Meet me back at the place
(What in the hell) It's Jones, break him off!
Theodore, Theodore, Theodore
(Muthafucka, it's the Unit
This the shit, throw your elbows to it)
All ya'll upcoming MC's, follow the Don
We gon' take a little
Walk around Eminem's pond
To a nice beautiful place, where 50 got rich
Far far away, from the drug dealer shit
Down deep in the bricks
Where the thugs kill shit
I'm gonna keep reppin' my hood
And I ain't gonna stop
Fightin' to get paper, while the pistols pop
These police hate me, and wanna close my shop
Yeah, street flavor niggas
Me and my Goon Squad
Mixed with Theodore, kid, bang my tunes hard
Bang bang, be Don, be doin' my thang, thang
Especially when I go hard for God
And a special ed' bitch respect my retard
Paid us money? (yeah, comin' in, all right?)
I'm in the 0-5 Benz, with the suicide doors
Lazy eye lights, and the apple suede floors
Mossberg jacket, Carmine's, number six
My guns out the windows
Reload it like The Matrix
I'm tryin' take this back to '86
Where the chains are hollow
And silly rabbit's had 'tricks'
We all pose like jail flicks (word)
And them nicks was like twenties
We ain't rock Christ heads
We had Playboy bunnies
And Jordans to, I rocked ones in '85
I'mma rap, but I rhyme, just to stay alive
No jive, we fam, like the Jackson 5
Twisting the Gerder
One leg on the wheel as I ride
No low profile, I need meat on the wheels
And the law gonna help me get a mil for reals
Big business, billion dollar funds for deals
All protein, son, I need steak for meals
Keep your scampi, pa