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G-Unit in tha House (what n***a wut)
G-Unit in tha House (what wut wut)
G-Unit in tha House (what n***a wut)
G-G-G-Unit!

Tony Yayo:

In my hood you 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 a** like toilet seats
Get at me, you really think you 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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Lloyd Banks:

I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
I'm always wit the biscut
Only way I get blue balls, is if a b***h had blue lipstick
You broke rob more blocks
You 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 b***h, n***a you thirty-six
Ya'll don't want it with tha kid at all
Same s**t, bigger bathrooms my ni***z brall
When we come after you, it aint no graze shots
This n***a leave a hole in ya chest bigger than Flava-Flave clock
You p***y, I think even Pac can smell this s**t
Cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)

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50 Cent:

I'm the leader of the New School now n***a what!
I got a 4-4 bulldog i'll tear yo b***h a** up
I pop-off n***a front i'll put my knife in yo gut
Have you in I. C. You 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, ni***z grill a n***a
But they feel a n***a, I kill a n***a what
Excuse me shorty better stay in ya lane
Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
I'm da General (what!) you solute me
U's a dead man if you attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some Military s**t
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak n***a!
Its dangerous when it's decipline involve in street ni***z!!

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G-Unit Anthem Lyrics

50 Cent – G-Unit Anthem Lyrics

Songwriters: Jackson, Curtis James / King, Shatek Jamal / Lloyd, Christopher Charles / Bernard, Mitchell S
G-Unit Anthem lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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