[Intro: Young Buck] Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit) Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathing nigga!
[50 Cent - repeat 2X] It won't be long 'fore you dead... You wanna run your mouth crazy talking 'bout me Nigga I come for your head... And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
[50 Cent] I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out Niggas know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha) Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing
[Young Buck] Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top Don't blame me if your motherfucking block get hot Cause I'm just trying to make a living, nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with ours And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me? Motherfucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold on It seems like an ambulance Always takes so long when you're hit It won't be long 'fore you dead
[Young Buck] When you wired up in ain't no smiling See all of 'em whylin, and these niggas is violent Little do you know your time could be expiring And you know that Reaper coming when that heater start dumping Nobody seen nothing, these niggas is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense Murder One shit, that's how it get - motherfucker what
[50 Cent] I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig? Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon) It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (YEAH!)
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[50 Cent] Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones We kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chrome You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll get you Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fucking with you
[Young Buck] The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
[50 Cent] The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec My protects, my family, do you, understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
[Young Buck] Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit and a fucking black ski mask Shoot first, this is how I react and we act like it's nothing, Ca$hville niggas used to that Listen
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[Thanks to dre@bluewin.ch for correcting these lyrics]
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