Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down!
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down!
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down!
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down!
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existing, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasing
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fucking erase them
Your success is not enough, you want to be hard
Knowing that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
You's a poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothin', never popped nothin', nigga stop frontin'
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy
"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinking out loud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to "Rule" and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You never gonna sell and Mitsubishi Tah's a crack child
Them niggas they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys saying "50 we feeling you man"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own, bad guy (bad guy)
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I ain't telling anyone you pussy
I ain't telling anyone you getting extorted
It ain't over (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huh
You hired cops to hold you down 'cause you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfucking solider nigga (They not goin' like you)
I know, I know, ha, ha (G-UNIT)
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
Song writers: JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / FEEMSTER, THERON OTIS / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL A. / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL