G-Unit – G-Unit Song

Award winning legendary American hip hop and rap group, G-Unit presents an amazing self titled masterpiece titled “G-Unit”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 on their top charting album project called “Beg For Mercy” was officially released on 14 November 2003.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck…

G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buck]

Vacate your home I come to break your bones

Americas nightmare we at it again

A desert eagle and a black mack 10

They’ll never know what happened

When we come through, them cowards dont want none

They screamin’ that they murderas but walkin’ with no guns

Come hear nigga don’t run and die where your standin’

See im holdin’ on this cannon and your life i’m demandin’

Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement

These niggaz is talkin’ thinkin’ security gon’ save ’em

Nobody gon’ speak when homicide pay a visit

Look you right in the eyes and tell ya “we don’t know who did it”

Corrupted by street corner by shootin’ at the police

The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin’ no sleep

You betta get used to it you know how we do it

Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus – 50 Cent:]

We got action where you don’t

Show up places where you won’t

G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya’ll on my first Dre joint I am loco

Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold

Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow

In D.C. they dance the go-go

In L.A. they ride on low-low’s

G-Unit in the house, oh no

You ain’t ready it’s heavy

65 chevy

Old school rollin’ im holdin’

20 inches spinnin’ from the beginnin’ we winnin’

Gainin’ his masculinity pimpin’ we not pretendin’

Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama

Pistol’s pop cop shot i’m heavy with them llama’s

Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless

You can be the hardest

We’ll just be the smartest

I warn you not to start us

We’re not your average artists

My bitch is like a goddess

When paparazzi spot us

Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who’s back mothafucka gun and a clip

Ready to smack up on these suckas that’s runnin’ they lip

You can try any one of my shoes on none of ’em fit

Your hundreds is shorter I’ll tell your pops his son is a daughter

All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer

Counter packin’ a bitch, and I’ll be back with a hit

I’m that sick, Who the hell you thought it was

I got expensive habits, I can’t afford it cause

G-Unit is poppin’ and we perform in all the clubs

Niggas be shovin’ and pushin’ as someone is gooshin’ surpise

She’s givin’ up the buns on her cushion

Sweatin’ and screamin’ suckin’ me off the rest of the evenin’

And i’m leavin’, on to the next city

Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me

I gotta go cause I’m gettin’ older, you niggas ain’t gettin’ over

G-U-NIT

[Chorus]