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letra de g-unit - g-unit

yea, 50 cent, lloyd banks, young buc
ggggg-unit
haha

(young buc)verse 1

vacate your home i come to break your bones
i mans worse nightmare we at it again
a desert eagle and a black mac 10
they never know what happened
when we come through
them cowards dont want none
they screamin if the murder us for walking with no gunz
come with me but don’t run
and die where you’re standing
see i’m holding on this cannon
and your life i’m demanding
put the pipe to your melon
and your brains on the pavement
these n-gg-z is talkin’ thinkin security gon’ save em’ (ha)
n-body gon speak when homicide pay a visit
look you right in the eyes and tell you ‘we don’t know who did it’
corrupted by street corner by shootin’ at the police
the feinds up all night
and the neighobrs gettin no sleep
you better get used to it
you know how we do it
shady aftermath interscope and g-unit

chorus (girl)
we got action were you don’t
show up places were u won’t
g-unit, (50 cent) g-g-g-g, g-unit

(50 cent) verse 2
man i told you on my first dre. joint
i am loco better than soso
games in the choke hold
disney’s is a no no
i perfected the slow flow
in d.c. they dance the gogo
in l.a.they ride on lolo’s
g-unit in the house oh no
you aint ready its heavy
65′ chevy old school rollin im holin
20 inches spinnin from ther beginin’ we winnin’
gain’s his masculinity pimpin’ we not pretendin’
drop top glock c-ck ready for the drama
pistols pop cop shot i’m heavy with them laama’s
non-stop make it hot we on top regardless
you can be the hardest
we’ll just be the smartest
i warned you not to start us
we not your average artist
my b-tch is like a goddess
when papparazzi spotters
cause flick after flick
same old sh-t that i kick
haha

chorus

(lloyd banks)
verse 3

guess who’s back mother f-cka
gun in the clip
ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip
you can try anyone of my shoes on none of them fit
your hundreds are shorter i’ll your pops his son is a daughter
all i need some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer
kinda packin’ a b-tch and i’ll be back with a hit
and i’ll be back with a hit
i’m that sick
who the h-ll you thought it was
i got expensive habits
i cant afford it cuz
g-unit is poppin’ and we perform in all the clubs
n-gg-z be shovin and pushin
adn some one is gushin surprise
shes givin up the buns on the cushion
sweatin and screamin
suckin me off the rest of the evening
and im leavin
on to the next city
stash box in the bus so i can bring the tex wit me
i gotta go cuz im gettin over
you n-gg-z aint over
g-unit

chorus

(music slowly fades)

- g unit

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