G-Unit, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent - G-Unit Anthem lyrics

G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit g-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house
What, what, what? G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit

In my hood you get no
Points for your jumpshot
As soon as the sun rise we back on the block
The stress got me feeling like an old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro
Cause the flows been hot since GI joe
Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding
Like war in the streets
So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats
Get at me
You really think you holding Big Daddy?
So where's your indoor court
And bowling alley?
I got heart like a Hoover Crip
But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood
I mingle with thugs, my single gon' buzz
Your boy export, get rid of the drugs
I still bag my dope up with
A mask and some gloves
I used to have eight balls
In my 8 ball jackets
Now a dawg Lex coupes like
Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard

G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit g-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house
What, what, what? G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit

Put carpet burns on these
Rats for several days
Till they need bandages on they
Knees like Pat Ewing's legs
I'm always with the biscuit
The only way I get blue balls is
If a bitch had blue lipstick
You broke, rob more blocks
'Cause you ain't got to
Know how to breakdance
To wind up on a cardboard box
I'm Gucci'ed down to my socks
Groupies hounding the spot
We perform at to keep goopies
Around for the cops
She'll be down for my watch
I ain't generous or courteous
I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga
You thirty-six
You don't want it with the kid at all
Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl
When we come after you it ain't no gray shots
The SIG will leave a hole in your
Chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock
You pussy
You wouldn't even pop the smallest chip
Cause on the inside you softer
Than a mozzarella stick, bitch

G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit g-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house
What, what, what? G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit

I'm the leader of the new school now
Nigga what? I got a 44 bulldog
I'll tear your bitch ass up
I pop off nigga front
I'll put my knife in your gut
Have you in ICU screaming, "ahh, I'm cut"
I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me
So my pants be saggin'
Everytime I'm in the house
Niggas grill a nigga
Cause they feel a nigga, I'll kill a nigga
You speeding, shorty
Better stay in your lane
Before I send one of my soldiers
To blow out your brains
I'm the general, what? You salute me
You'se a dead man if you attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my
Brains watching military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit
Private Banks requesting permission to speak
Speak, nigga
Man, it's dangerous when there's discipline
Involved in street niggas

G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house what, nigga, what?
G-G-G-Unit g-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house
What, what, what? G-Unit in the house
What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit