with u, move with u, move with u I wanna fly with u, ride with u, lie with u I wanna move with u, move with u, move with u I wanna ride Your the
steppin' with Layzie Bone Also the B-I-double Z's up in the house So come prepared I ain't talkin' with rides I'm talkin' about with hand grenades Pistols
, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself [unverified] for fuckin' with
memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black
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
to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell holla To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees With Air 1
gimme that groupie love Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me Come on an gimme that groupie love G-unit
[Young Buck] You know what it is, G-UNIT.. [All Star] yea yea yea im the prince of the ville.. lyrics wise, im the best man, yall allready no. so this
ride, don't choke when we smoke I got that side dish super today, eye candy With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay I'm moving units like
at im ready to ride allstar game don't come outside little drama and it's gonna be a homicide lowridin through the CPT banks ridin shotgun buck in the backseat g-unit
Interscope and G-Unit. [Chorus] We got action when you don't Show our faces when you won't G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit [50 Cent] Now I told
or run away, niggaz talkin in tha hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my shit, u should b dead, if u can catch a Christmas,ill send u
Like This PROOF D12, Sicknotes.. Its War Now!! WOOF!! No Prisoners, No Casualties, All My Riders Lets Ride C'MON *WOOF* Verse 1: Word On The Street Is I Murdered This INC You Wack With
s guns and clips nigga And y'all don't see it, you fuckin with the wrong two We movin units and you just been fuckin with the wrong crew And I can see
ya life is a movie you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip whats a g-unit crip? not a
I come through the hood with the little homie no body better fuck with the little homie I hope ( Compton unite/ south central unit I hope my chrome
(Demon Voice) Nu Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a
[Chorus x2] G'Z UP!, to every hood and every crew U (you), supposed to have ya gun 'round you N-I (and I), claim G-Unit till die got it down to a T (tee
