50 Cent - G-Unit Anthem lyrics

[Chorus:] 2x G-Unit in tha House (what n***a wut) G-Unit in tha House (what wut wut) G-Unit in tha House (what n***a wut) G-G-G-Unit! Tony Yayo: In my hood you 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 So I stay on point for that red and gold van Its the free lance performer Yayo be a pro And the flows been hot, since G. I. Joe Yo my rhymes have you nodding, like Raw in the Street So freaks gimme a** like toilet seats Get at me, you really think you holding big daddy? So wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally? I got heart like a hoover crip, but bust slugs like an Englewood Blood I mengle wit Thugs, my singles don't budge Import, export get rid of tha d** Still pack my Dope up witta ma** of some gloves I use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket Now I dawg lex coops, like Luke in Dukes of Hazard [Chorus:] 2x Lloyd Banks: I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days 'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs I'm always wit the biscut Only way I get blue balls, is if a b**h had blue lipstick You broke rob more blocks You ain't gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box I'm Gucci down to my sock, groupies houndin da spot Different format, keep groupies round for tha cops She'll be down for tha watch, I ain't generous or courtieous I'm running from a dirty b**h, n***a you thirty-six Ya'll don't want it with tha kid at all Same sh**, bigger bathrooms my n***as brall When we come after you, it ain't no graze shots This n***a leave a hole in ya chest bigger than Flava-Flave clock You p**y, I think even Pac can smell this sh** Cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (b**h) [Chorus:] 2x 50 Cent: I'm the leader of the New School now n***a what! I got a 4-4 bulldog i'll tear yo b**h a** up I pop-off n***a front i'll put my knife in yo gut Have you in I. C. You screaming ahh! I'm cut I go raow-Raow, like a dungeon dragon But I keep my pistol on me so my pants ain't sagging Everytime I'm in the house, n***as grill a n***a But they feel a n***a, I k** a n***a what Excuse me shorty better stay in ya lane Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain I'm da General (what!) you solute me U's a dead man if you attempt to shoot me I done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks Got the whole G-Unit on some Military sh** (Private Banks request permission to speak) Speak n***a! Its dangerous when it's decipline involve in street n***as!! Close Chorus 2x