Hoova They tell me see careful good, 'cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you, blam They, they talkin' that, that gangsta shit
[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown
Vertaling: G-Unit. Gangsta Shit.
the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something
' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits
Z, Master P, Nas, Ice Cube Dub C, Mack-10, DMX, Mobb Deep Ruff Ryders, Eastsidaz, Warren G, Red and Meth Uncle L, Naughty and Treach The whole Flava Unit
n-ggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass n-ggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, n-gga F-ck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit SMS Audio, Sleek By 50
, this is the life Eh n-gga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthaf-cking bank G-g-g-g-unit!!!
I let it rain I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang Da unit is the game The yin and the yang We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his brain
that you shouldn't play with G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit
turn the key over Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
t the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G-Unit
If they ask me for my name, fuck 'em, I'ma lie One O.G. gangsta I be Busted in the hood, I got no more weed Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
all the things that your man won't do I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and G-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta
Ferrari Testarossa We can bet on any point on the dice Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl, look, I'm nice I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks
Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid That was the funniest shit
