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letra de they talked about jesus - g-unit

[intro: young buck]
h-llo? h-llo?
anybody know what g-unit is?
50, where the f-ck you at, n-gg-?

[hook: young buck](lloyd banks)
somebody called us and said the rap game needs us
(they talking)
f-ck it, they talked about jesus
(still hating)
yeah, they hated on jesus
(the real waiting)
they talked about jesus
this one here is for all non-believers
(they talking)
f-ck it, they talked about jesus
(still hating)
yeah, they hated on jesus
(the real waiting)
you know they talked about jesus

[verse 1: young buck]
i could care less about a rapper and his entourage
i don’t give a f-ck about a phantom, it’s not in our garage
who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?
f-ck her to some mary j. blige, get out of dodge
dirty n-gg-, but all my dope clean though
and i got fishscale for sale, f-ck you mean ho?
you n-gg-s crack under pressure, tim tebow
the shots didn’t hit, you was at the freethrow
i let my heat go, pull up with my seat low
girls smoking, i keep asking banks where the weed go
still with the sh-t, still searching for a kilo
i’m the reason why these n-gg-s peeping out their peephole

[hook]

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
wouldn’t dent a armor at them n-gg-s all together
louise summer sweater, yankee on the sky-dweller
‘gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla
six or seven more flavors out in vegas with weather
with my kush up in the hall of fame
cavemen, break out your ball and chain
i’ll orchestrate the walk of shame
your life’s plain, escort me through here like the president
royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel i’m in
you never did, you out here regular, ain’t go one heckler
i ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give
salute me you ever see me, i’m a vet
cd full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat

[hook]

[verse 3: tony yayo]
fishscales paid the bill, i ain’t never been broke
arm ya, adrien broner on the ropes
i’m still at that mickey d’s off of atlantic
my bk n-gg-s, man, i feed them hammers
my connect only speaks spanish
uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished
jump in the martin vanquish
donald sterling think he a slavemaster
turn my clippers jersey inside out
feed n-gg-s with long spoons running their mouth
godfathers to the head, they spoiled that
might trout your legs, overseased p-ss-es, y’all loving thots
been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

[hook]

- g unit

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