Hands Up G-Unit Composicao: Indisponivel Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd
Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck Timmy got me fuckin? blinged up Last
a wheel He walked out the booth, it's my turn [Sample: La Roux] [The Game:] If I ain't never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit
is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up We just shot the corner Who gonna drive the truck Fuck the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck Fuck Spider too
bitch? Move [Verse 2] I'm the west Don The next one, the kick his fuckin feet up Puffin on chiefa Niggas give me the chills I pick the heat up Im scared
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want
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
To Help Em Out Yo P Go See Beenz And Break Em Out Show These Young Dummies What Beefin All About First Buddens Den Bleek Den The Whole G-Unit Thats The
: [Young Menace] + (The Game) Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game (Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor) Doublin down on
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
was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up
the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting too much time
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you
shit on your lap [Gun shot] That's for your boss and he riding my vest [Hook:] I'm a killer Black wall gorilla The paam boxila G-Unit capilla I'm realler
n-gga Fab, write his verses like a wheel He walked out the booth, it's my turn If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit
cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [Chorus] G-G-G-G-Unit! [Chorus] [gunshot
