G-Unit

Tony Yayo

(Chorus) 2x 

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! 

Tony Yayo: 

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 
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 u noddin, 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 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 

(chorus ) 2x 

Lloyd Banks: 

I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days 
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs 
im always wit a bisquit 
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 
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 dont want it with tha kid at all 
same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brawll 
when we come after u, 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) 

(chorus) 2x 

50 Cent: 

I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut! 
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.U 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 (wut!) niggaz solute me 
u 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 its decipline involving street niggaz!! 

Close Chorus 2x
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