journey to find better days Fill the long empty days Take power through strength Find your own way United by faith United we stand United we stand - forever now United
gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven
It's G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin' ass bitch Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo? motherfuckin block Yeah and it don't quit, It's G-Unit in yo?
: [50 Cent:] G Unit ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin'
: Yeah G-Unit Nigga 50 Cent You Heard Me Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka I'll fuck you up nigga Fuckin'
don't like the cops, we don't know when to stop You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise D-12's G-Unit and we always in beef Ja and Fred Durst,
thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen
you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body
give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook Asked him about ???? Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin
Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! When Its On You Better, Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] It Might Take Seven Days And
we believe I'm only one man with a voice to something we got in common Need a model well then look at me [Chorus] [President Abraham Lincoln] Four score and seven
will see You know you don't want it with me [Tony Yayo] Yeah nigga yeah Shady Aftermath G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G Unit for Cause we move units
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units
favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't And everyone's looking for relief United States
handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto
Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR
take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit