Juice Magazin - G-Unit lyrics

[Produced by Hi-Tek] [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-Unit [Verse 1: Young Buck] Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones America's nightmare, we at it again A Desert Eagle and a black Mac-10 They'll never know what happened When we come through, them cowards don't want none They screaming that they murderers, but walkin' with no guns Come here n***a, don't run and die where you standin' See I'm holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin' Put the pipe to your melon and your brain's on the pavement These n***as is talkin', thinkin' security gon' save them Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit Look you right in the eyes and tell you "We don't know who did it" Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep You better get used to it, you know how we do it Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit [Hook] We got action where you don't Show up places where you won't G-Unit - G-Unit! [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint - I am loco Better than so-so, the game's in the chokehold Dissin me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance to go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy Old-school rollin', I'm holdin' Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin', we winnin' Gained this masculinity pimpin', we not pretendin' Drop-top, Glock co*ked, ready for the drama Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas 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 not your average artists My b**h is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us It's flick after flick, same old sh** that I kick [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Guess who's back motherf**er - gun and a clip Ready to smack up on these s**ers that's runnin they lip You can try any one of my shoes on - none of 'em fit Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter All I need is some cigars and a quarter A couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a b**h, 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 afford it cuz G-Unit's poppin' and we perform in all the clubs n***as be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise She's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin' s**in' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin' On to the next city Stash box in the bus so I can bring them Tecs with me I gotta focus, I'm gettin older You n***as ain't gettin over G-Unit! [Hook] [Outro] Hi-Tek, n***a