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g unit – say what you want lyrics


yo, n-gg-s be askin me “yo 50 who you got beef wit?”
i’m a tell yall n-gg-s who i got beef wit
i got beef wit any n-gg- i can’t make no money wit
if i can’t make no money wit you, f-ck you n-gg-
g-unit n-gg-, that’s what’sup cause i said that’s what’sup

[tony yayo]
i get money, money i got
so it’s a 100 grams or better when i’m going to cop
i never hold the toaster cause i use my little soldier
and my down b-tch as a holster, like i’m supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while i’m out for the ends, you out for a rep
that’s the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard-top
my mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
i got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
so i’m gon sell like the box office features
n-gg-s in the hood can’t see g-unit!
but deep in they heart they wanna be g-unit!
cause we got them three b’s: benzes, burners and b-tches
and plus we on the road to the riches

[chorus: repeat 2x]
you can say what you want about me
as long as you don’t get in the way of my money
cause all that talking sh-t to me played out
n-gg- keep b-mping your gums you get laid out

[lloyd banks]
lately i been going through a phase
hope they aint tap the phones
cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
therefore i’m on the move with the squad
i’m stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
picture me putting jewels on a broad
i’d rather put shoes on the car
a pool in the yard
you don’t really wanna fool with the god
n-gg- my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
in this game, you only make it far if you loyal
and if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
tryin to be cool
blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
keep rappin for your hood, i’m rappin for benzes
and long -ssault rifles with straps on the lenses


[50 cent]
yall n-gg-s gotta learn from me (yeah!!)
what i learned from gotta rock and spank g (un-huh)
yall n-gg-s gotta learn from me (yeah!!)
what i learned from watching brucie b
look, i shot the sheriff
and n-gg- if you get too close yo punk -ss getting shot
here’s the plan, i’m a keep stackin my ends
till i’m on airplane seats in the maebach benz
i’m all about the chips
i done took them trips
22’s on the 6
26 on the bricks
and them outta town n-gg-s, i’m chargin yall more
i tapdance on the sh-t i aint servin it raw
you sell smoke, look n-gg- i got what you need
but it aint goin cheap i got mouths to feed
n-gg-s always sayin d-mn 50 you bugged
cause i got hoes giving n-gg-s the date rape drug
gimme his watch and his chain
we not the same, he a lame
he want p-ssy i’m bout my money man
cr-p table in vegas had his b-tch on my d-ck
threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
yo it’s 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
i’ll see you another day motherf-cker it’s 50
shots ’til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherf-cker