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Tytuł: G-Unit

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   [50 Cent]
  
  Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
  G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
  
  [Young Buc]
  
  Vacate your home I come to break your bones
  Americas nightmare we at it again
  A desert eagle and a black mack 10
  And never know what happened
  When we come through them cowards dont want none
  They screamin’ that they murderer’s but walkin' with no guns
  Come here nigga don’t wanna die where your standin'
  See im holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'
  Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
  These niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gunna save ‘em
  Nobody gon’ speak when homicide pay a visit
  Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
  Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
  The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
  You betta get used to it you know how we do it
  Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.
  
  [Chorus]
  
  We got action where you don't
  Show up places where you won't
  G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
  
  [50 Cent]
  
  Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
  Betta than so so the games in the choke hold
  Diss me is a nono I perfected the slow flow
  In D.C. they dance the gogo
  In L.A.they ride on lolo's
  G-Unit in the house, oh no
  You ain't ready it's heavy
  65 chevy
  Old school rollin' im holdin'
  20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
  Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
  Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama
  Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's
  Non-stop make it hot we on top regardless
  You could be the hardest
  We'll just be the smartest
  I warn you not to start us
  We're not your average artist's
  My bitch is like a goddess
  When paparazzi spot us
  Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lloyd Banks]
  
  Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
  Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
  You can try any one of my shoes on none of ‘em fit
  Your hundreds are shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
  All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
  Condom 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 habits I can't afford it cuz
  G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
  Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
  She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
  Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
  And i'm leavin', on to the next city
  Stashbox in the bus so I can bring the techs with me
  I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older you niggas ain't gettin over
  G-U-NIT
  
  [Chorus]
  
  
   Depends on you
  I Believe That Your Life Depends On You,
  Depends On You,
  But The End Always Come,
  And Theres Nothing To Do,
  
  I Believe In A Lord, But
  Not Without A Sin,
  But The End Always Come,
  And Theres Nothing To Do
  
  I Believe That Your Life Depends On You,
  Depends On You,
  But The End Always Come,
  And Theres Nothing To Do,
  
  I Believe In A Lord, But
  Not Without A Sin,
  But The End Always Come,
  And Theres Nothing To Win