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G-unit - G-unit Şarkı Sözleri
yeah! 50 cent.. lloyd banks.. young buck... g g g g g-unit! haha! [young buc] vacate your home i come to brake your bones americas nightmare we at it again a desert eagle and a black mack 10 and neva know what happend when we come through them cowards dont want none they screamin at they murderas but walkin´ with no guns come with me but dont run and die where your standin´ see im holdin´ on this cannon and your life i´m demandin´ put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement these niggaz is talkin´ think that security gon save them nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don´t know who did it" corrupted by street corner by shootin´ at the police the feins up all night and the neighbours gettin´ no sleep you betta get used to it you know how we do it shady aftermath interscope and g-unit. [chorus] we got action when you don´t show are places when you won´t g-unit, [50 cent] g-g-g-g, g-unit [50 cent] now i told ya´ll on my first dre joint i am loco betta than soso the games in the choke hold disney´s is a nono i perfected the slow flow in d.c. they dance the gogo in l.a.they ride on lolo´s g-unit in the house, oh no you ain´t ready it´s heavy 65 chevy old school rollin´ im holdin´ 20 inches spinnin´ from the beginnin´ we winnin´ gain´s his masculinity pimpin´ we not pretendin´ drop top glock cock ready for the drama pistol´s pop cop shot i´m heavy with them laama´s non-sop make it hot we the top regardless you can be the hardest we´ll just be the smartest i warn you not to start us we´re not you average artist´s my bitch is like a goddess when paparazzi spot us cause flick after flick same ol´ shit that i kick, haha! [chorus] [lloyd banks] guess who´s back mothafucker gun in the clip ready to smack up on these suckas that´s runnin´ they lip you can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit your hundreds are shorter i´ll your pops his son is a daughter all i need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer kinda packin´ a bitch and i´ll be back with a hit i´m that sick, who the hell you thought it was i got expensive habits i can´t afford it cause g-unit is poppin´ and we performin´ all the clubs niggas be shovin´ and pushin´ as someone is gooshin´ surpise she´s givin´ up the buns on her cushion sweatin´ and screamin´ suckin´ me off the rest of the evenin´ and i´m leavin´, on to the next city stashbox in the bus to i can bring the tex with me i gotta go cause i´m gettin´ over you niggas ain´t over g-u-nit [chorus] |
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