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[Intro: Young Buck]


Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it`s the Unit)


Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!





[50 Cent - repeat 2X]


It won`t be long `fore you dead...


You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin `bout me


Nigga I come for your head...


And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street





[50 Cent]


I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze `til the semi run out


Niggaz know me good, I`m my hood call me a dumb out


I`m the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low


Can`t tell that this a hit, `til the mac-10 blow


I got 32 shots, I ain`t got to aim


I`ll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)


Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)


Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin





[Young Buck]


Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch


Same six-fo` drop, same nigga on top


Don`t blame me if your muh`fuckin block get hot


Cause I`m just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison


In a position of power


In a position where bitch ass cowards can`t fuck with ours


And just do me, who he, say he gon` sue me?


Muh`fucker I got bread (it won`t be long `fore you dead)





[Chorus: 50 Cent]


If, you, can`t, hold on nigga hold on


It seems like an ambulance


takes so long when you`re hit


It won`t be long `fore you dead





[Young Buck]


When you wired up in ain`t no smilin


See all of `em whylin, and these niggaz is violent


Little do you know your time could be expirin


And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin


Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent


From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects


Real niggaz, we don`t fuck around with the nonsense


Murder One shit, that`s how it get - muh`fucker what





[50 Cent]


I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red


Nigga now give up the bread, I`ll fill ya ass with lead


Put a hole in your wig, with the cig`, ya dig?


Said fuck the kids, I don`t play that shit (c`mon)


It`s all part of the game, man the game ain`t fair


The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don`t care


The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare


Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)





[Chorus]





[50 Cent]


Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones


We kick up, that`s what`s up, cause I`m out, with the chrome


You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck`ll getcha


Push a knife through your chest boy I ain`t fuckin wit`cha





[Young Buck]


The Unit`s my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope


My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz


We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us


They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest





[50 Cent]


The Unit`s my gang, my set, my mac, my tec


My protects, my family, do you, understand me?


My knife, my gun, my wife, my son


My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures





[Young Buck]


Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast


Black Dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask


Shoot first, this is how I react and we act


like it`s nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that


Listen





[Chorus]

[Intro: Young Buck]


Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it`s the Unit)


Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga!





[50 Cent - repeat 2X]


It won`t be long `fore you dead...


You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin `bout me


Nigga I come for your head...


And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street





[50 Cent]


I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze `til the semi run out


Niggaz know me good, I`m my hood call me a dumb out


I`m the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low


Can`t tell that this a hit, `til the mac-10 blow


I got 32 shots, I ain`t got to aim


I`ll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)


Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)


Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin





[Young Buck]


Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch


Same six-fo` drop, same nigga on top


Don`t blame me if your muh`fuckin block get hot


Cause I`m just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison


In a position of power


In a position where bitch ass cowards can`t fuck with ours


And just do me, who he, say he gon` sue me?


Muh`fucker I got bread (it won`t be long `fore you dead)





[Chorus: 50 Cent]


If, you, can`t, hold on nigga hold on


It seems like an ambulance


takes so long when you`re hit


It won`t be long `fore you dead





[Young Buck]


When you wired up in ain`t no smilin


See all of `em whylin, and these niggaz is violent


Little do you know your time could be expirin


And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin


Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent


From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects


Real niggaz, we don`t fuck around with the nonsense


Murder One shit, that`s how it get - muh`fucker what





[50 Cent]


I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red


Nigga now give up the bread, I`ll fill ya ass with lead


Put a hole in your wig, with the cig`, ya dig?


Said fuck the kids, I don`t play that shit (c`mon)


It`s all part of the game, man the game ain`t fair


The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don`t care


The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare


Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)





[Chorus]





[50 Cent]


Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones


We kick up, that`s what`s up, cause I`m out, with the chrome


You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck`ll getcha


Push a knife through your chest boy I ain`t fuckin wit`cha





[Young Buck]


The Unit`s my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope


My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz


We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us


They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest





[50 Cent]


The Unit`s my gang, my set, my mac, my tec


My protects, my family, do you, understand me?


My knife, my gun, my wife, my son


My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures





[Young Buck]


Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast


Black Dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask


Shoot first, this is how I react and we act


like it`s nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that


Listen





[Chorus]

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