with u, move with u, move with u I wanna fly with u, ride with u, lie with u I wanna move with u, move with u, move with u I wanna ride Your the
And the ride is so clean, you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncin' a brown rag Wit' the Mexican
For makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im
do or die [Whoo Kid:] Black Wall Street, west coast, non stop [Verse 2: The Game] Straight out the muthafuckin town of gin With my blues on, G Unit
the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred clips Nigga I'm in New York (New York) I ride Wit a hundred Bloods
softer than the Tabo kick You billy blanks on a porno flick With no porno chicks Only porno dicks You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws
no peace discussions with me There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
got a Delta 88 I'm on switches and 'fos I see niggas pointing, they wanna ride with me Come to H-Town and rep the Side with me I'm from the Sizzouth My
steppin' with Layzie Bone Also the B-I-double Z's up in the house So come prepared I ain't talkin' with rides I'm talkin' about with hand grenades Pistols
shit, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo Get ??, burn the whole store down all by myself ?? for fuckin with
my body wassup [Chorus:] Ride with ya, ride with ya, I wanna move with ya, move with ya, move with ya, I wanna ride With ya, ride with ya, ride with
give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon With a hundred
Testarossa We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice Pick Em Up Shake Em Twice Get Em Girl Look I'm Nice I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On I Might Be Goin
, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself [unverified] for fuckin' with
memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black
Ferrari Testarossa We can bet on any point on the dice Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl, look, I'm nice I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks
to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell holla To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees With Air 1
