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letra de g-unit the gang - g-unit

[chorus x2: 50 cent]
y’all n-ggas know me, cause i do my thang mane
you look, you goin’ see, g-unit’s my gang mane
you front on me, i pull out the thang thang
and pop at you bang bang and blow out your brains mane

[verse 1: 50 cent]
they say i’m a trouble maker, i’m always in some sh-t right
keep my strap on me, n-ggas goin’ front, i’mma get right
i don’t care if it’s broad day or it’s night
i’m out on bail money and my lawyer fees will be alright
i ain’t know p-ssy or no punk, n-ggas know ’bout me
and know my flows, know the clothes
i move around it’s hard as h-ll tryin’ to be low key
cause every gangsta in the hood f-ckin’ listen to me
and if i say i’m in my bentley you could picture me rollin’
but if i said that sh-t last year you could picture it stolen
my dirty -ss clean now! – i’m fresh out the hood!
if you mad cause i ain’t hookin’ your -ss up then – good
n-ggas ain’t neva did a thing for me! now they wanna hang with me
next thing you know they got they hands out – when see me
i don’t play no games homie
i keep that thang on me! – i lay a b-tch-n-gga down! [gunshot]

[chorus: 50 cent]

[bridge: 50 cent]
this is benzes, bm’s
and bentley’s, back to back, when we come through…
palmer’s, rangers
denali’s, escalades you know how we do… – g-uunit! [gun c-cks]

[verse 2: young buck:]
you f-ckin’ right a n-gga still in the hood call me
they say that the feds want me
but they gotta come and get me
we aim for the head homie. (yeah!) [gunshot]
pistol grip pumps
with the rubber grips pop, ’til it stop
then slide in another clip [gun c-cks] burnin’ down the block (poo!)
you don’t know who you f-ckin with until you get shot [gunshot]
see buck is on some other sh-t
i keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a b-tch! (b-tch!)

[chorus x2: 50 cent & tony yayo]

[verse 3: tony yayo:]
beam on the mack, will put wings on ya back
how ya -ss gon’ walk – when ya leg detached! (yeah!)
yo the game changed, lil’ n-ggas run the streets yo
the black panther n-gga down like dee-bo. [gunshot]
my curfew at 9! – i’m low for my p.o! (yeah!)
we pop up at 12” just to search the condo! (uh-huh!)
g-unit is the gang mayne, n-ggas go hard! (yeah!)
so my hearts gone colder than atticans yard! (here we go noow! yeah)

[verse 4: lloyd banks:]
i only been in the game for a year it ain’t changed (uh-huh!)
but i’m hot! – inside ya brains in the rear of the range
i be valid till i’m guilty
yea they call me slitherin them cowards should of k!lled me, i’m powerful and filthy
so n-ggas say: “sorry! ” – before i let them goons loose
and send ya -ss home with’ the rims like prune juice [gunshot]
i’m new york’s prince! – bent’ like tints
signed with’ 50, i been in da benz brand since

[chorus x2: 50 cent & tony yayo]

- g unit

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