G-unit - Real Quick (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Drake] I go 0 to 100, n***a, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real sh** 0 to 100, n***a, real quick Real quick, real f**in' quick, n***a 0 to 100, n***a, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real sh** 0 to 100, n***a, real quick Real quick, real f**in' quick, n***a [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'll run my blade across a n***a a** (real quick) I'm so for real I'm on some real, real n***a sh** You playing, boy, I'll get you hit (real quick) You better hope the parademics come (real quick) Got me f**ed up if you thinking it's different now a n***a rich Before I get to cutting know you n***as better cut the sh** Boy, you gon have [?] popped, pull a trigger for me And my little n***as trigger op like it's legal, homie No game when I bang, boy, I empty the clip You run like a b**h, you ain't 'bout that sh** Hey, hey, hey, I'll catch you another day, day, day It's the Unit back to the bullsh** [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Nothing in life is out of bounds AK hold about a hundred rounds 60 shots like KD at the Rucker's Okay when I see you on respirators Southside n***a 'til the day I'm gone Indulge in the violence when the drama on Yeah, these rap n***as lukewarm I'm too sleaves of dope when the mic on [Hook] [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Don't Tweet me, see me when you see me Down to make the news just to say that I'm on TV This clip rated R, n***as PG Them shells burn like a bootleg CD f** love, I want the money When you get too much of it they gon' say you acting funny ''Kidd, how you feel now that the Unit's back?'' Like a million bucks, motherf**er, do the math [Verse 4: Young Buck] Coldblooded, boy, my heart don't feel sh** Get with me, ask 50, I take the hit (real quick) Balenciagas you could still get your a** kicked Take a rapper n***a b**h and make a real flick I know I'm different from what you usually been dealing with Don't need a mic, give me some white to make a million with Single burrough, 6 shots on the Brooklyn Bridge I let the n***a Drake tell you what I just did [Hook] [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] n***a, getting money new to you I give a f** if sh** get ugly, it'll be a beautiful funeral You fit the script I'm gon' a**ume it's true Can't manuever through the street without a strategy Ain't nobody to tutor you And man was lucky Unit's through You know how he flows 15 years switching dealers like casinos And my goon'll clip you in the arm I'm out the country every week and dumping ash on the Autobahn Autopilot's always on, rather bet a living, I've been [?] Greenbills calling me all day long, this is h*mocide More tears in your mama eyes More reasons to wake up, real n***as arrive [Hook]