tony yayo – g-unit lyrics
(chorus) 2x
g-unit in tha house (wut n-gg- wut)
g-unit in tha house (wut wut wut )
g-unit in tha house (wut n-gg- wut)
g-g-g-unit!
tony yayo:
in my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
this stress got me feelin like an old man
and i stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer yayo be a pro
cuz the flows been hot, since g.i. joe
yo my rhyme will have u noddin, like raw in the street
so freaks gimme -ss like toilet seats
get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an inglewood blood
i mengle wit thugs, my single will buzz
import, export get rid of tha drugs
styll pack my dope up witta m-ss of some gloves
i use to have 8-b-lls in my 8-ball jacket
now i dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of hazard
(chorus ) 2x
lloyd banks:
i put carpet burns on these waxters these days
’til they need bandages on they knees like pat ewings legs
im always wit a bisquit
only way i get blue b-lls, is if a b-tch had blue lipstick
u broke rob more blocks
u aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
gucci down to my sock, groupies hound to dey spots
different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
she’ll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous
i’m running from a dirty b-tch, n-gg- you thirty-six
ya’ll dont want it with tha kid at all
same sh-t, bigger bathrooms my n-gg-z brawll
when we come after u, it aint no graze shots
this n-gg- leave a hole in ya chest bigger than flava-flave pops
you p-ssy, i think even pac can smell this sh-t
cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (b-tch)
(chorus) 2x
50 cent:
i’m the leader of the new school now n-gg- wut!
i got the4-4 pull out tear yo b-tch -ss up
i pop-rob n-gg- front i out my knife in yo gut
have you in i.c.u screaming ahh! i’m cut
i go rah-rah, like a dungeon dragon
but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
everytime i’m in the house, n-gg-z grill a n-gg-
but they feel a n-gg-, cuz i’ll kill a n-gg-
ooh squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
ima general (wut!) n-gg-z solute me
u a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
i done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
got the whole g-unit on some military sh-t
(private banks request permission to speak)
speak n-gg-!
its dangerous when its decipline involving street n-gg-z!!
close chorus 2x
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