[50 Cent]
Yeah!
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-Unit!
Hahahah

[Young Buck]
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America´s nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c´mon)
A Desert Eagle and a black mac-10
They´ll never know what ha-penned
When we come through, them cowards don´t want none
They screamin that they murderers but walkin with no guns
C´mere nigga, don´t run and die where you standin
See I´m holdin on this cannon and your life I´m demandin
Put the pipes at your melon and brain´s on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin, thinkin security gon´ save them
Ain´t no-body gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eye and tell you "We don´t know who did it"
Corrupting my street corner by shootin´ at the police
The fiend´s up all night, and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit

[Refrain] :
We got action where you don´t
Show up places where you won´t
G-Unit! G-Unit! {G-g-g-g-g-Unit!}
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu-oooo-Nit!)

[50 Cent]
Now I told y´all on my first Dre joint - I am lo=co
Better than so-so, game´s in the chokehold
Dissin me´s a no-no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo´s
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain´t ready, it´s heavy, ´65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, I´m holdin
Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity pimpin we not pretendin
Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, I´m heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, we´ll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It´s flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!

[Refrain]]

[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who´s back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that´s runnin they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on - none of ´em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Comin packin a bitch, and I´ll be back with a hit
I´m that sick, who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits, I can afford it cuz
G-Unit´s poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggaz be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin surprise
She´s givin up the buns on the cushion, Sweatin and screamin
Suckin´ me off the rest of the evenin and I´m leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I´m gettin older
You niggas ain´t gettin over
G-Unit!

[Refrain]

High-tech, niggaz