50 Cent:G-Unit Anthem Lyrics

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G-Unit Anthem

This song is by 50 Cent.

G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)

Tony Yayo:

In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
As soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
This stress got me feelin like an old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
'Cause the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
Yo my rhyme will have u noddin, like Raw in the Street
So freaks gimme ass like toilet seats
Get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
So wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
I got heart like a hoover crip, but bust slugs like an IngleWood Blood
I mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz
Import, export get rid of tha drugs
Styll pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
I use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
Now I dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of Hazard

Lloyd Banks:

I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'Til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
Im always wit a bisquit
Only way I get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
U broke rob more blocks
U aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
Gucci down to my sock, groupies hound to dey spots
Different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
She'll be down for tha watch, I aint generous or courtieous
I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
Ya'll don't want it with tha kid at all
Same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brawll
When we come after u, it aint no graze shots
This nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Clock
You pussy, I think even Pac can smell this shit
Cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)

50 Cent:

I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
I got the4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
I pop-rob nigga front I out my knife in yo gut
Have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! I'm cut
I go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
Everytime I'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga
But they feel a nigga, 'cause I'll kill a nigga
OOH squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
Ima General (wut!) niggaz solute me
U a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
Got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak Nigga!
Its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!

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