G-Magz - J. Unit lyrics

[Intro: Oz Mosis & MC Adey P] [Verse 1: Oz Mosis] Get your fists up, trick; my name is Ozmo A straight motherf**er down from the ghetto I get crunk at night, headbang in the day But you'll find yo mama up your a** if you get in my way Here in Detroit yo, we ride for Jenkins The pimp of all pimps; where it all begins The most straight-up G you will ever meet Once had 400 b**hes s**ing on his glorious meat Oz Mosis; proud to be his right-hand man But all you stupid motherf**ers spread the rumours much as you can 'Serial k**er'? Yeah, I k** cereal I'll force a box down your throat; you'll be sh**ting whole Cheerios Smacked a b**h so hard, I knocked her off her period f** with Oz Mosis again, you'll be menopausal and s**ing dick But that's life in the ghetto, my friends I'm married to the streets, but I'm loyal to Jenkins [Hook: G-Magz & MC Adey P] (We love you, Jenkins We serve you, Jenkins) For the G, we love you Jenkins, you have almighty balls Jenkins, you define all of our laws For the J, we serve you Jenkins, our lives are defined by yours [Verse 2: G-Magz] Yo, you got something to say? Well get out of my face My name's G-Magz; no f*gs till your dying day Which will be pretty soon if Jenkins has his way You mess with the f**ing orange G, you're gonna pay I'm G by name; rose from rags to riches I fuel my car from the juice of my b**hes I spread the word with my J. Unit brothers Bring peace and love and ghetto word to all you others Yeah, we support the orange-haired J-enkins He saved us from the ghetto; forgave all our sins Kept us off the streets and from eating out of bins He frightened off the gangs and helped us to win Yeah, Jenkins is our man; he's the reason for our band To exist and persist and enlist all of man To listen to the sound of the J. Unit Proclaiming Jenkins and all of his sh** [Hook] [Interlude: Oz Mosis & MC Adey P] [Verse 3: MC Adey P] You think you're f**ing G? Well listen to me I take no sh**, give no charity; able to beat the insanity I pledge allegiance to the G of all men The Jenkins machine, who rides on b**hes with s**ual intent Oz Mosis said he's proud to be his right-hand man But I am MC Adey P, the f**ing fighter of the clan I like to kick high and I can do the splits Sometimes I sh** myself all over my b**h's tits I'm a bada** hailing from the Detroit ghetto But left there to rape my b**h with her own stiletto She used to like that sh** but her mum saw us at it So I left that sh** and went and joined the J. Unit We like to eat steak served with french fries The fries made on Friday, filled up with semen inside I like to spoon out your cream; I'm gonna lap it all up But Jenkins told me that he doesn't like it in the chuff [Hook] [Outro: Oz Mosis & MC Adey P]