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g-unit - party ain't over lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
this is the unit
the mighty mighty mighty unit
this is how we do it
ayy (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: 50 cent]
i made the a lean and pop to it, n.y. pop to it
no frontin here shorty, n-ggas know how i do it
for the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
red coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on e’rythang
mo’ flows, mo’ dough, money come, money go
new straps, new clip, stack chips, don’t trip
play playa, go hard, stunt n-gga, oh god
party ain’t never over, n-ggas hardly ever sober
different day, same sh-t, different city, different chick
show you how i do this sh-t, you notice how i do it kid

[verse 2: tony yayo]
b-tches recognize when i’m walkin’ in
smokin’ that piff, goin’ where dolphins swim
44-colt, that’s tossin’ him
and that four-do’ porsche what i’m flossin’ in (yeah!)
i’m in the black, you in the red
you owe your label money, i’m gettin bread
can you feel it, feel it? nothin’ can save ya
in my purple tag polo and neon gators (break it down now!)
b-tch play cute, i don’t get upset
’til her -ss get a facial and a washin set
i’m in a private jet, but before the deal
hoes was like, “he’s all right, but he’s not ill!”

[chorus: 50 cent]
you might see me yawnin’, four in the mornin’
but the party ain’t over
then it’s back to the crib, to cut shorty that’s how we on it
the party ain’t over
shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
gon’ do what you wan’ do, twerk it for me
now get low, shorty work that back
now get low, yeah just like that
now get low

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
yeah, they love it when i pop round, doors up, top down
seat back, keep that, motherf-ckin’ glock round
n-gga this is my town, my block, my crown
my sound, peace to my n-ggas on lockdown
they don’t really want that, they know we get it poppin’
six-four droppin’, you still window shoppin’
i’m ridin’ round rockin’, knockin’, rakim
sl!ck rick, rick james; big stack, big chains
i’m so sicker, the flow liquor, you’re broke n-gga
i toast wit’cha – if ya got a cup
hold your f-ckin’ bottle up, i really want a model but
you can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
i’m just playin’, unless you gon’ do it
you put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
don’t pull that thing out unless you gon’ use it
ain’t n0body bleedin’, i guess it’s all music

[verse 4: young buck]
shawty the kush still burnin’, aston martin wheel turnin’
higher than mount vernon, the p-ssenger she german
bottles is still poppin’, clubs is still rockin’
feds is still watchin’, but fiends is still shoppin’
i got vitamin water money like i signed a deal
how would you feel if you n-ggas just got 400 mil’ (like me)
my bad b-tch do her thang in her vera w-ng
she let me have her brain, i let her wear my chain
i’m on the plane smokin’ on that mary jane
listenin’ to trina while she run game on lil’ wayne
my ten-a-key timepiece shinin’ like a light bulb
david brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug

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