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INTRO)
(A CAR PULLS UP.... 9 BULLETS GO OFF) G G G G G G G G G G G G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
(CHORUS)
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS b*tch
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
(50 Cent)
We like it when she do that right thurr (right thurr)
Me and Trent we dont motha fkin curr (curr)
I got my trey-pound-7 right hurr (hurr)
nigg* call the cops if u want i dont curr (curr)
Its g-unit we dont fkin play furr (furr)
My s**t is mine, your s**t we gotta shurr (shurr)
The dogs off the chain my nigg* bewurr (bewurr)
New York City im the muth*fkin murr (murr)
I got one hundred G's on ma neck but dont sturr (stur)
The ice, all your vision might blurr (blur)
b*tch get outta line, ill smack ur as* right hurr (hurr)
I dont care who you are, i dont mothafkin curr (curr)
(CHORUS)
(Young Buc)
Young Buc in this b*tch right right right right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock
I got some bud in my sock
Hell, fk the cops
They just mad cuz im hot
Thugged out, either get up or get the fk out
Come south, la me show u wut Buc bout
I aint scared, u coward girls better beware
The source awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
Here i go, who ever want beef, let me know
I aint one of them artists that on that p-diddy show
I can hit u with the scope or hit you with some coke boy
Make sure u hit me back soon as u want more
(CHORUS)
