I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading 'Cause I know where I've been
[Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
you know my crew G UNIT I'll send a nigga that you thought you knew to come through and put a hole in you G UNIT Lloyd Banks, haha, 50 Cent I ain't
Tradução: G-Unit. 50/banks.
PC And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier
hate the Jakes, Pat him down take his cake, He wanna be a clown nigga, Might as well paint his face. And that's how I get, (down, down) Fuck G-Unit
: P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! Who the snitch? You the snitch Who the bitch
2 - The Game] G-G-G-G-Unot! On the grill of my low rider Guns on both sides right up by the gold wires I'll fo' five 'em Kill Banks on my song and really
with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
God! You from New York, then meet the Devil, Niggaz hidin' out, thinkin' that the beef will settle, Whoever knew G-Unit made pink stilletos? Ask Buck
50 cause I used to roll wit him He neva smoked weed so how could I blow wit him Shoulda knew he was a fag by the way his clothes fit him Tight G Unit
G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! (Shut the fuck up!) G-Unit! G-Unit! (Aww shit never mind its just the Ghost Unit, fucking faggots!!) G-Unit! G-Unit! G
you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta [Phat Rat: talks] G-G-G-G-G
or love it but it's a thin line Between G-Unot and G-Unit Nigga talk shit catch one in the hip Fuck beef for the rhyme 50 forgot about his but I took
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
fit him Tight G-Unit jeans brought out the ho in him Had one lil girlfriend and that was fixed Somebody must told Vivica her boyfriend like dick Lloyd Banks
my downfall since I came up Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe You told us that Ja Rule was a wanksta Yayo, I'm Outside your place Now the whole G-Unit camp
I Let My Bandana Hang In The City Of Angles We Gangbang I Move That Chronic And Yayo Way Before I Met 50, Banks, Buck And Yayo Ask Eminem, Even Dr. Dre
