[Chorus: 50 Cent]-[X2]
G Unit in the house
What n***a what?
G Unit in the house
What what what?
G Unit in the house
What n***a what?
GGGGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In my hood you get no points for ya jump shot
As soon as the sun rise we back on the block
The stress got me feelin' like an old man
And I stay on point for that red and gold van
Its a free lance performer Yayo be a pro
Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe
Yo my rhymes'll have you nodding
Like war in the streets
So the freaks give me a** like toilet seats
Get at me you really think you holdin' Big Daddy?
So wheres your indoor court and bowling alley
I got heart like a Hoover Crip, but bust slugs
Like an Inglewood Blood
I mingle with thugs
My single 'gon buzz
Ya boy export get rid of the d**
I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves
I used to have 8 balls in my 8 ball jacket
Now a thug Lex coupes
Like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Put carpet burns on these rats for several days
Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Hueing's legs
I'm always with the biscuit
The only way I get blue balls
Is if a b**h had blue lipstick
You broke rob more blocks
Cause you ain't got to know
How to break dance to wind up on a cardboard box
I'm Guccied down to my socks
Groupies houndin' the spot
We perform at
Keep goopies around for the cops
She'll be down for my watch
I ain't generous or courteous
I'm runnin' from a dirty b**h
n***a you thirty six
You don't want it with the kid at all
Same sh** bigger bathroom my n***as brawl
When we come after you it ain't no gray shots
The SIG will leave a hole in ya chest
Bigger than Flavor Flav's clock
You p**y, you wouldn't even pop the smallest chip
Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm the leader of the new school now n***a what?
I got a 44 bulldog
I'll tear your b**h a** up
I pop off n***a front
I'll put my knife in your gut
Have you in ICU screamin' ahh I'm cut
I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon
But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin'
Everytime i'm in the house n***as grill a n***a
Cause they feel a n***a
I'll k** a n***a
You speedin' shorty better stay in ya lane
Before I send one of my soldiers
To blow out ya brains
I'm the general what?
You salute me
You a dead man if you attempt to shoot me
I done lost some of my brains watchin' military flicks
Got the whole G Unit on some military sh**
[Lloyd Banks:] Private Banks requestin' permission to speak
[50 Cent:] Speak n***a!
Man it's dangerous when
Theres discipline involved in street n***as
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