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g-unit - hollow thru him lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
50. believe me, it’s easy. we number one effortlessly. this is the unit

[chorus: 50 cent]
p-ssy n-gga come around me movin’
i’ll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
i’ll leave your body oozin’
i don’t know who confused him (who confused him)

[verse 1: 50 cent]
from pr to dr, n-ggas know who we are
they know how we do it, it’s the motherf-cking unit
push the rock, move the yayo, stack paper like lego
rap tornado, yeah, we f-ck with tego
he don’t even speak spanish, he a fraud
joe really don’t want drama, he a broad, see that cannon, oh lord
that n-gga get to talking to god
like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends
if you give me one more chance i will not do this again
why 50 never lose, man? he always wins
it’s cause the block love us, you c-cksucker
i got your number, this could be your last summer

[chorus: 50 cent]
p-ssy n-gga come around me movin’
i’ll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
i’ll leave your body oozin’
i don’t know who confused him (who confused him)

[verse 2: tony yayo]
p-ssport’s stamped up, money mesmerizing
tropic horizon, juicy socializing
oochie girl coniving, but gucci girl poppin’
chloe bag, chloe boots down to the stockings
i catch extras with extra toppings
hunnid e-x, 50 dropped the top in
ain’t no stoppin, g-unit poppin’
audi r8, jake cannot stop him (break it down now)
joe ain’t poppin’, khaled ain’t poppin’
fans see them and they not stoppin ‘
fans see me when i’m hurr mate shoppin’
gucci shoppin’, tags is poppin’

[chorus: 50 cent]
p-ssy n-gga come around me movin’
i’ll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
i’ll leave your body oozin’
i don’t know who confused him (who confused him)

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
you could take your white flag and stick it, i’m different
which means a n-gga diss me we can’t kick it
matter of fact, a n-gga diss me he diss himself
i’m papa, i’ll whoop these n-ggas, pick a belt
a clown won’t bump heads with me, hulk hogan bold
i’ll crush you like bugs on a open road
another sixteen bars, another overload
it’s hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes
you see a lot of bling on stage, it’s probably mine
i got four rings on me like the audi sign
i take the elevator down, make the lobby shine
a n-gga try to take what’s mine, n-gga, shotty time

[chorus: 50 cent]
p-ssy n-gga come around me movin’
i’ll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
i’ll leave your body oozin’
i don’t know who confused him (who confused him)

[outro: 50 cent]
that n-gga’s a rat, son. you heard that n-gga? he’s like, “the truth won’t come out”. donnie brasco–ss n-gga, man. you know who the f-ck he is, man. he gonna be like, “yo, macho! they got us, come out from behind the car. come on, man, they got us”. n-ggas sweet, man. the f-ck is these n-ggas from? they make the bronx look bad

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