G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut) G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut ) G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut) G-G-G-UNIT!
In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot As soon as the sun rise, we back on the block This stress got me feelin like an old man So i stay on point for that red and gold van Its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro And the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe Yo my rhymes have you nodding, like Raw in the Street So freaks gimme ass like toilet seats Get at me, you really think u holding big daddy? So wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally? I got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an EngleWood Blood I mengle wit Thugs,my singles don't budge Import, export get rid of tha drugs Still pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves I use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket Now i dawg lex coops, like Luke in Dukes of Hazard
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I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days 'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs Im always wit the biscut Only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick U broke rob more blocks U aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box I'm Gucci down to my sock, groupies houndin da spot Different format, keep groupies round for tha cops She'll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six Ya'll don't want it with tha kid at all Same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brall When we come after u, it aint no graze shots This nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than Flava-Flave clock You pussy, i think even Pac can smell this shit Cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)
I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut! I got a 4-4 bulldog i'll tear yo bitch ass up I pop-off nigga front i'll put my knife in yo gut Have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut I go RAOW-RAOW, like a dungeon dragon But i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging Everytime i'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga But they feel a nigga, i kill a nigga wut Excuse me shorty better stay in ya lane Before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain Im da General (wut!) you solute me U's a dead man if u attempt to shoot me I done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks Got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit (Private Banks request permission to speak) Speak Nigga! Its dangerous when it's decipline involve in street niggaz!!