G-Unit Album

[Lloyd Banks:]
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dolla bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really ain't tho
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro
Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And gotta body like I feed it creatine
My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII

[Yayo:]
My name is Yayo
A crazy nigga he don't play tho
I hitcha planters peanut with the .80
Al Qaeda expert merkin
When all my niggas die
They gon have 80 virgins
I'm the 'Burb swervin
Cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that glock and pump, that mac and .45
Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell
Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale
Mini me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach

[50 Cent:]
Nigga it's Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760 I-I ride I'm a rider
Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet
Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire
My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon
You shootin back, but u ain't hittin
Shit I'm still standing
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside
I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit
Southside

I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4
Call me the Piano Man

Tony Yayo
Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier Watch tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya
I'ma ball like Julius, Erving, Iverson and Manning
I got that cannon in that two door phantom
Nigga hundred EX sh*t, suicide doors
Get a top or low fade, now the body lookin' hard
This snake ass niggas is reptiles
'til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles
Yay' got the best style, Yay' got the best clothes
Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes
Yeah!

50 Cent (Chorus)
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4
Call me the Piano Man

Lloyd Banks
Yeah
Fresh out the rimshot, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shot, the paint flip flop
My charm truckie that's why they wanna fu*k me
207 McLaren, body like Buffy
Old head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil
If Hip-Hop do die, a 100 grand'll boil
Show up at your bougie event, get your body harmed
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Don't need a party calm, on the pepsi and bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin, I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I can make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick

50 Cent (Chorus)
I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4
Call me the Piano Man

Young Buck
I'm richer than a muthafu*ka ridin' in a dirty ass phantom
We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em
Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards
I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord
Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler, I'm all about a dollar
Everybody's a customer, Nobody's a friend
Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win
If I did it then, I can do it now
When we get 'em in, we just ship 'em out
A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit & tie
Cartier's you can tell that I

50 Cent (Chorus)
Move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Unstoppable
Incredible
Impeccable
It's it's the unit
Woo woo u know how we do it
Woo woo i make u dance to it
Woo woo throw up your hands to it
Go ahead call the cops come on

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge i know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

50 cent:
I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean
My car game crazy i can't be seen
The aston bugatti the range and the rovs
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
U know with me man anything goes
i have shoty in the telly working all 3 hoes
Jesuse i bet u won't bealive this unless i let u see this
she deep throat my whole coock
now i'm thinking this bitch is so hot
i gotta take her to my hood let her blow my whole block
yeah i just happen to be what she likes
she said i'm special i'm like yeah babe u right
a lil goose a lil patrone tonight i have a club lookin like a fucking zoo aiight
New music u can't confuse it with the other cliques or crews it's the unit

Girl what's it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge i know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

Lloyd banks:
Shorty came over i told her i can mould her
turn her to a rider rub it with a roler
hold up like a cobra hold her till she sober
fold her in positions so it's hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind i can't let u shine
these rappers out their mind don't come get'em make em rime
Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine
my jewelry might blind i'm a walking white line
U can't get on my level that will take a lifetime
and what i got at 25 it'll take ya life time
And i don't care about crime as long as it's not mine
and i'mma be fine i'm stronger then white line
If ya girl ain't home till the early morn
she's probably with the g-unit geting it on
i told her she's miss right so it can't be wrong
and we went at it all night long

Girl whats it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge i know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

Yayo:
For 1 or 10 baby girl off the ripdawg
but i ain't trickin i ain't nelly and spitzaw
shake that ass drop it low like a striper
shake that ass drop it low like a striper
i'm in love again on them drugs again
same club same spot same girls again
Girls comin in and were poopin them bottles
by 12 o'clock we be poopin them models
yeah for settle the club go crazy like uh uhh uhh baby
okay bottle of Jose shorty she the portion her friend like heyy
girl jump in watch me go 0 to 60
take u to the rich slope off ur miss sixtys
i know u heard of 50 i know u heard of yay
i steve nash this hoes pass them all day

Girl whats it gonna take to have u close to me right by my side where u suppose to be they start to notice u when they notice me and u can have it all free of charge i know u like europen cars take take a look at my garage make make a week of no menage me in the middle and your legs to the side

It's easy man
Bealive me man
This is the unit
This is how we do it
Banks yay 50

(feat. Young Buck)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
RRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear s*** I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
N**** trip I'll go for your head

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'll have your n**** in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bulls*** a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song in your new whip

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
N**** it's G-Unit, f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
I'm on you, n****s, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear s*** I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
N**** trip I'll go for your head

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big a** check, they show our score
Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store copin s*** you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, I said these n****s stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, n**** 2008 s***
[? ] kicks on, I stay in some eight s***
N****s on some apes***, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear s*** I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f***ers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
N**** trip I'll go for your head

[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
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Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
In front of the White House for all I care

I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner

Devil 'round the corner, corner

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Bury all ya hatin
Cause hatred'll bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through ya cellular
Fuck gettin beef
The president the senetor
There is no peace
You the prey or the pretedor
While ya plottin on me
I'm 10 steps aheada ya
Black 40 calibur
I'll putta infer-red on ya
Nigga I'm special
You mad cause you regular
Man I don't want yo bitch
I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory?
Oh yeah, I slept wid her
No wonder she ain't mention you
When I met wid her
Mind on my chedda
They remember me forever
The groundwork I put in
Make my lifestyle better... and better
I like the fuckin street
Right in them phantom lights
Montana life
Two women
And my hand is ice
But I don't forget where I come from

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

For that china white
I'll lay a nigga momma down
We can shoot it out
Like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white
You know I got that tannin brown
Automatic trey-pound
Leave a nigga maned-down
Murda murda homicide
Real right niggas ride
Gangstas, they never hide
Thank God I'm still alive
My pockets look like there's cracks on me
My waist looks like I got the mac on me
These hoes on my dick I got that axe on me
You a R.N.
Regular nigga that rap homie
I'm crack homie
I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass wid coke money
C-back, Maybach
My shit two-toned
Nigga run up on that
Yo ass a tombstone
I'm wood like a group home
Ghetto like a payphone
Jake the snake
I'm low in the hood

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga
Nine for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in a cell block
You'll fall into shell shock
When I open ya head wid the banger
I cause a riot in the yard
Make a mess in the mess hall
Like I jus blew trial
And I ain't got nothin left
God, what's todays mathematics?
Shit ain't addin up
Get knocked wid 10 machine guns
Only get 12 months?
Ooohh weee, don't talk to me
You talk to him, you talkin to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they woulda got me ten
Or maybe nine
I say "how do you explain how homie breathe? "
He say "you keep ya mouth shut or you in wid G's"

Nigga you so tough
Tough until ya heartbeat stop
The trey-pound pop
Ya arteries shot
Ya bleedin and shout
Get in the pine box
Damn yous a hard muthafucka
You so tough
Tough until ya punkass hit
The four-fifth kick
The hypla spit
You in deep shit
Now yo ass sit
You supposed to be hard muthafucka
You so tough

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)

[50 Cent]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm

[Chorus]

You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program or you die
The Unit

T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
T.O.S., night or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy? Well nigga, I will
Ain't nothin' to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route

Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38, them stray shells flew past me

I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin' to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me

It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, yeah

T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
T.O.S., night or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin' was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
'Cause now that they overdosin' all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin', nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from, son

I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin' ball and
Meanin' everybody know me when I'm walkin' through the mall and

I get hot in the mornin' and right before I'm performin'
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin' and here's your warnin' nigga
Don't be snorin', bein' on point is important
'Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and, yeah

Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin' and my eighty-somethin' rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat, terminated

T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
T.O.S., night or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? What? Which rapper want it? What?
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted

And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift

Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham, c'mon

I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh yeah
From baggin' up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit

T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
T.O.S., night or daylight
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
T.O.S., Terminate On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

(feat. Young Buck)

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

[Verse 1:]
I'm suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against da door it's R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special ed, I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now
I fuck when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something to suck, she give me something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much is that
I can breathe on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in ali-bibi, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy
Certain niggaz fall in love with a bitch, patrone in my dick I fuck the blood out a chick
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
If home girl with it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
You look as good as a check
And when your naked, I'm ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If her tongue game good, I'm a let her come up
When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with G-Unit, C-unit
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet
However do you want it, however do you need d
OPE on the f*ckin CD, it's me

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

[Verse 4: Young Buck]
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
And I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty don't do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at, like yeaaa

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!

[Chorus: woman]
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that

[Tony Yayo]
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*}
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen

[Chorus]

(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent:]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)

I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz 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 rangs, 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 nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid

[Tony Yayo:]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is 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!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass 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 I'll! "

[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

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz 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
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin 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 nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music

[Young Buck:]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger 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 niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a 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-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug

[Chorus]

(feat. Mavado)

[ad libs for first 10 seconds]

(LET, IT, GO!)

[Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!)

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know!
Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady
Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin him in his neck
One big remix, and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest
9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(LET, IT, GO!)

[Interlude: Mavado]
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)

[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah! (LET, IT, GO!)
I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into "Kill Bill" arenas
I'm - criminal minded - you've been blinded
Feds lookin for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors
Bein broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach, with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (LET, IT, GO!)

[Interlude - 2X]

[Chorus]

[Mavado]
I want to dance
IIIII'm, reachin up and, huh

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down

[50 Cent]
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this

[Tony Yayo]
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway
Niggaz talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad
AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)

[50 Cent]
I don't wan' talk about it (50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it

[50 Cent]
These niggaz police
Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin Rouge and
They fuckin and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me I handle business; God's my only witness
Watchin homicide, sayin "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For, you poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (wooo-oooh!)
And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH!)

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face (yeah!)
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz tryin to line me like {?} preacher
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowin heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's sellin more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lyin 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes (OHH!)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Nah, uhh
B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
Loiue V offended me, {?} in my Bentley C
And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich
You a snitch!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him

[Chorus]

{Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round {*3X*}
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round

Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'

[Chorus] – 2X

[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round

I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners

[Chorus] – 2X

[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world... {*fades out*}

[No lyrics]