[Intro: Young Buck, (50 Cent)]
{*Gunshot*}
Yeah n***as, G-Unit in this motherf**er (It's the Unit)
Ayo 50, ayo this n***a barely breathing, n***a!
[50 Cent: Bridge]x2
It won't be long before you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy, talking about me
n***a I come for your head
And leave your monkey-a** laid out in the street
[Verse 1: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
[50 Cent]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze till the semi run out
n***as know me good, in my hood, call me a dumb out
I'm the n***a in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this b**h in your direction man (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (Yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
[Young Buck, (50 Cent)]
Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-four drop, same n***a on top
Don't blame me if your motherf**ing block get hot
Because I'm just tryin' to make a livin', n***a stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where b**h-a** cowards can't f** with ours
And just do me, who he, say he going sue me?
Motherf**er I got bread (It won't be long before you dead)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If you can't, hold on, n***a, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long, when you're hit
It won't be long before you dead
[Verse 2: Young Buck and 50 Cent]
[Young Buck]
When you wired up it ain't no smilin'
See all of them wildin', and these n***as is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that Reaper comin' when that heater start dumpin'
Ain't nobody seen nothin', these n***as is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real n***as, we don't f** around with the nonsense
Murder one sh**, that's how it get — motherf**er what?
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head; your white T turn red
n***a now give up the bread; I'll fill your a** with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the SIG, your dig?
Said don't f** with the kid — I don't play that sh** (Come on)
It's all part of the game; man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart; n***a my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead, n***a who cares? (Yeah!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent and Young Buck]
[50 Cent]
Me and my b**h: we break up; we make up; see Jacob, for the stones
We kicked up, that's what's up, because I'm out with the chrome
You f** up, you get bucked; Buck'll get ya'
Push a knife through your chest; boy I ain't f**ing with ya'
[Young Buck]
The Unit's my hood; my coke; my weed; my dope
My pills; my liquor; my family; my n***as
We soldiers; we k**ers, 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 protection; my family; do you understand me?
My knife; my gun; my wife; my son
My love; my n***as; my stacks, them figures
[Young Buck]
Buckshots hit his a** from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit, and a f**ing black ski-mask
Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act
Like it's nothing, Cashville n***as used to that
Listen
[Hook]