Hands Up G-Unit Composicao: Indisponivel Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd
: Unstoppable Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go
old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more I just pull up
don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up
don?t dance but I look like signing with Diddy I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin Bustin my hand
: Yeah G-unit [Intro] Ive been so many places Ive seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before Ive been around the world
up and deported So now the gotta go back home [Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted G-Unit sneakers
In my hood when you young You tuck and handle your biz nigga Coming from where I'm from where I'm from Stick up kids will run up in your mammas crib
m holdin' the twos [50 Cent:] Funk Flex GGG G Unit [Funk Flex:] Damn "Hand to hand since The Real Roxanne" [50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G Unit
floor, homie let's go. Back spin on 'em, point at the crowd cuz they had grids on em, get us autograph, get a black pin fold G-Unit aftermath, gettin
cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [Chorus] G-G-G-G-Unit! [Chorus] [gunshot
to get, the stacks and the stash I told Jimmy Iovine a** to shut the f*** up Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up? We done came this far, we can't
for combat Im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!) So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo,
it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit
find a nigga stuntin' on front street With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up
know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don
is hate, ever since i been straight Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha) And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine Gather up
me? You oughta Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT Mobile
