G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
Yeah, uh, yeah I like the way that sound Now Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk From the
Money, money, money, money Cake I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack Spida got the
I'm back, nigga I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past
Yeah, ooh You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your
Yeah, I'm back They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take
Uh, uh, yeah Ay, I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
I'm one night standing My joy ride has just begun Girl, I'm the one that can get the job done And not fall victim to the hit and run I'm one night standing
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
bothering you From inside they're crawling (The) Anger you can't hide Pale-faced mindclones Imprisoned dignity Infected sanity Rotten egos Rotten
to say You're rotten to the core I've got something to say You're rotten to the core Yeah, yeah Rotten to the core Yeah, yeah Rotten to the core