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Tony Yayo – G-Unit Lyrics

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G-Unit in tha House (what nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (what wut wut)
G-Unit in tha House (what nigga wut)

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
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its the free lance performer Yayo be a pro
Cuz the flows been hot, since G. I. Joe
Yo my rhyme will have you noddin, like Raw in the Street
So freaks gimme ass 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 Inglewood Blood
I mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz
Import, export get rid of tha drugs
Styll 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 dukes and luke 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 a bisquit
Only way I get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
You broke rob more blocks
You aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
Gucci down to my sock, groupies hound to dey spots
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 brawll
When we come after you, it aint no graze shots
This nigga leave a hole in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Pops
You pussy, I think even Pac can smell this shit
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 nigga what!
I got the4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
I pop-rob nigga front I out my knife in yo gut
Have you in I. C. You screaming ahh! I'm cut
I go rah-Rah, 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, cuz i'll kill a nigga
Ooh squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
Ima General (what!) niggaz solute me
You 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 shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak nigga!
Its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!!

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