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g unit - pepsi smash mic pass lyrics

(feat. young hot rod, freeway, spider loc, m.o.p., …)

[loyd banks:]
aiyo what up?
its ya boy lloyd banks aka blue hefner
ya now tuned into mic p-ss
you know how it goes down baby

[chorus: tony yayo]
g unit, g unit
ggggggggggg g unit
g unit in the house
we the best
g unit in the house we don’t settle for less
g unit in the house
better wear ya vest
g unit in the house
forget the rest
gggggg g unit yeah

[verse 1: young hot rod]
homie rush now we ain’t in a rush now
take my time i gotta look plush now
we at the club now i got the boss up
the group is loadin’ up the semi before i touch down
homies really wanna fuss now
cause i’m a superstar yeah i get to cut now
theres no lines for me get the cristal

[tony yayo:] gggg g unit yeah

[verse 2: freeway]
don’t sweat it boy
jay and fif told me “free go get ’em boy”
don’t let ’em spoil ya plans
if a man try to stand in your way
you gotta crack him open like a pepsi where the boy?
he is now envoy
like i just took him to the counter but i leave ’em how i leave ’em
and i colt feed him when i greet him
with the pounders like he about to get…

[tony yayo:] gggg g unit yeah

[verse 3: spider loc]
now i could bring a hundred boys to the front gate
but for ya’ll they told me they only want eight
i’m breakin’ it down its so hard to do
especially when i’m at the g unit barbecue
might bust me a female and pop a pepsi
in khakis and chucks ya’ll know how the west be
no need to ask if the loc been high
same thing in the city when i’m in the ny
g unit

[tony yayo:] ggggg g unit yeah

[verse 4: billy danze of m.o.p.]
once again its on reportin’ outta bk, ny
its the lochness where real riders rock with
the 5 benz they love the way i rock
first cl-ss, top chefs, top notch
gangsta boy bop
thats how we do it on our block
and you don’t want what you can’t stop
smash m- dot -o dot -p
dot stockon f-ck get the stone out your -ss

[verse 5: lloyd banks]
i’m a steel kicker even after ya funeral
cause me gettin’ what i got ain’t got nothing to do with you
not the cars, no broads’ll pluck him
by the two in my green old school then buck him
powder blue, f-ck you
if you got a crew
bring ’em and order a mill and nina
if ya gotta go toe to toe with the heater
or blow for blow with the reaper
am i my brother’s keeper?
well, front on him and meet the bottom of my sneaker

[tony yayo:] gggggg g unit yeah

[verse 6: lil fame of m.o.p.]
yo right about now this beat got ya homie feelin’ like fab 5 freddy
yeah with that tight -ss twenty
front and (pause) ya zellies
yep before i tee off
let ya homie sn-tch dee off
the ledge
got my joints in bootlegs
shine like its a sunday back in eighty six
uptown takin’ flicks

[tony yayo:] gggg g unit yeah

[verse 7: tony yayo]
its the talk of new york homie i stay in the hood
lodi mack got the mac so i’m always good
you see the bentley pull up i’m livin’ it up
and when my wolves come out you givin’ it up
listen cash rules
yayo is that dude
g unit we rule
ya’ll rappers is fools
and you can tell by my looks i’m gettin’ money
yo i’m still in the hood kid serving junkies

[tony yayo:] gggg g unit yeah

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