[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks] G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah) Supposed to have your gun 'round you And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die Got it down
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
: (The Game) That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin', You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed, Or he gon' get a black tux, And a free wake, How my
G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat Scrat! It's simple as 1,2,3 You lames Wanna get at Game You gotta come through me Tony Yayo Get out the way ho Lloyd
G-G-G-G-G-you niggaz ain't shit, bitch-ass niggaz I told you this shit was real nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, motherfucker All you get up on there and
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
nigga for real motherfuck the fame Nigga I'ma get mine You can hate it or love it but it's a thin line Between G-Unot and G-Unit Nigga talk shit catch
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
Buck, Olivia ain't safe I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainless Yayo, I'm Outside your place If I can't get you I'm fucking Lloyd Banks up
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
nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Snoop Dogg, Dub C & 50 Cent) (Whoo Kid) Damn (The Game) another west coast classic S-N- double O-P and WC and yours truely (WC
told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya" First mix tape song I inherited beef for ya Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya Put Compton on
9 he know how it feel And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit Backstage
G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas I told you this shit was real, nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka All you get up on there is sing