G-unit - G-Unit Anthem lyrics

[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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]