Intro)
(A car pulls up.... 9 bullets go off) G G G G G G G G G G G G-Unit in this bitch right right right right right right thurr
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G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch
Right right right right right thurr
(50 Cent)
We like it when she do that right thurr (right thurr)
Me and Trent we don't motha fuckin curr (curr)
I got my trey-pound-7 right hurr (hurr)
Nigga call the cops if you want I don't curr (curr)
Its g-unit we don't fuckin play furr (furr)
My shit is mine, your shit we gotta shurr (shurr)
The dogs off the chain my nigga bewurr (bewurr)
New York City I'm the muthafuckin murr (murr)
I got one hundred G's on ma neck but don't sturr (stur)
The ice, all your vision might blurr (blur)
Bitch get outta line, I'll smack ur ass right hurr (hurr)
I don't care who you are, I don't mothafuckin curr (curr)
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(Young Buc)
Young Buc in this bitch right right right right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock
I got some bud in my sock
Hell, fuck the cops
They just mad cuz I'm hot
Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out
Come south, la me show you niggaz what Buc bout
I aint scared, you coward bitches better beware
The source awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
Here I go, who ever want beef, let me know
I aint one of them artists that on that p-diddy show
I can hit you with the scope or hit you with some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back soon as you want more
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