Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes 'cause its a gang of us and we ready to go '
ready...." [Planet Asia] Yo yo Vocally blessed to beat you into submission I paddle units with pro-??? from the underside, the train Do not touch
Asian Well I give it to ya, no trivia she used to roll with my g-unit like Olivia 'Til she caught me getting numbers, not her's Guess that's the day
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), <buddha monk>] <listen to i...> *echo* (these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready) (we made men, haha!)
there's two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty
Ready? Here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin' rocks when Master P. was sayin' "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit
good shit I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not
Cent Are you ready? I said, are you ready? See you wit me nigga? Drop dead Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop G Unit, somethin' new I'm not that
City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready
cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [Chorus] G-G-G-G-Unit! [Chorus] {*gunshot
red, rum Ready here it, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the slums Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit
nothing change hold down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
hustle, look I'm this far from bein' the star and just that close to quittin' I never should've came close to missin' But I want to be a musician pimpin' not
Give a shout out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid 'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid What's that, a nine
ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop
't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop
down take his cake, He wanna be a clown nigga, Might as well paint his face. And that's how I get, (down, down) Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, oooh