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Intro: 50 Cent
Ye.
Now you aint even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the KING, they know its me man. fkin kiddin me I run New York.
Chorus: 50 Cent
Yall know me, cause I do my thang man.You look you gon see, G-Units my gang man, you front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang, pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man.x2
Verse 1: 50 Cent
Oh they say Im a trouble maker, imma waste of s**t Riiighht, Keep my strap on me front imma get right, I dont care if its broad day, or its night, Im out on bail money and my lawer fees I be alright, I aint no p*ssy I aint no punk know bout me, and know my flows know the clothes and know the hoes I see, I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low kee, cause every gangster in the hood fkin listen to me. And if I say Im in my Bentley you could picture me rollen, but if I said that s**t last year you could picture it stolen, my dirty as* clean now,Im fresh out the hood, If you mad cuz i aint hookin your as* up den good, aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me, next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me, I dont play no games homie, I keep that thang on me, I lay a b*tch nigg* down.
Chorus: 50 Cent
Yall know me, cause I do my thang man. You look you gon see, G-Units my gang man, you front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang, pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man.x2
Bridge: 50 Cent
This is Benzes, BMs and Bentleys, back to back, when we come through, Palmers, Rangers, Denalis, Escalades you know how we do. G-UNIT!
Verse 2: Young Buck
You fkin right a nigg* still in the hood call me they say that the feds want me but they gotta come and get me we aim for the head homie pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop, then slide in another clip burnin down the block you dont know who you fkin with until you get shot, see buck is on some other s**t I keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a b*tch.
Chorus: 50 Cent
Yall know me, cause I do my thang man.You look you gon see, G-Units my gang man, you front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang, pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man.x2
Verse 3: Spider Loc
Now tell these to make room, clear the path whoever stand in my way they do I might do a year and a half, for stabbin a b*tch, when Id rather be in my lab stabbin a b*tch Licken her out then Im kickin her out, I gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample Im givin out, once they get a taste they gon be waitin out, forget about these other new rappers they can move past us get down and dirty like yous ratches, and my crew flashes you gon be fked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up, 848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova, homie its rays time, you ready here it come when I appear they run, and you dont hear from the till the coast is clear, the east coast is where I rest but I be out west getting love from them sets, them Mexicans and Samoans, so I dont need to check your resume, doggy Im knowin.
Chorus: 50 Cent
Yall know me, cause I do my thang man.You look you gon see, G-Units my gang man, you front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang, pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man.x2
Verse 4: Tony Yayo
Beem on the mac, will put wings on ya back, how ya as* gon walk when ya leg detach, yo the game changed, lil run the streets, yo the black panther nigg* down like dee-bo, my curfew at 9, Im low for my p.o, we pop up at 12 jus to search the condo, g-unit is the gang man, go hard, so my hearts gon colder than hatticas yard!
Verse 5: Lloyd Banks
I only been in the game for a year it isnt changed, but Im hot, inside ya brains In the rear of the range, I be valid till I'm guilty, ye they call me slitherin,them cowards should of killed me Im powerful and filthy, some say sorry, before I let them Goon's loose and send ya as* home wit the rims like prune juice, Im New Yorks prince, Bent like tints,signed wit 50 i been in da benz brand sense!
Chorus: 50 Cent
Yall know me, cause I do my thang man.You look you gon see, G-Units my gang man, you front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang, pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man.x2
