| Vacate your home I come to break your bones |
| Americas nightmare we at it again |
| A desert eagle and a black mack 10 |
| They’ll never know what happened |
| When we come through, them cowards dont want none |
| They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns |
| Come hear nigga don’t run and die where your standin' |
| See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i’m demandin' |
| Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement |
| These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em |
| Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit |
| Look you right in the eyes and tell ya «we don’t know who did it» |
| Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police |
| The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep |
| You betta get used to it you know how we do it |
| Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. |
| We got action where you don’t |
| Show up places where you won’t |
| G-Unit, G-G-G-G, G-Unit |
| Now I told ya’ll on my first Dre joint I am loco |
| Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold |
| Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow |
| In D.C. they dance the go-go |
| In L.A. they ride on low-low's |
| G-Unit in the house, oh no |
| You ain’t ready it’s heavy |
| 65 chevy |
| Old school rollin' im holdin' |
| 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' |
| Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' |
| Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama |
| Pistol’s pop cop shot i’m heavy with them llama’s |
| 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’re not your average artists |
| My bitch is like a goddess |
| When paparazzi spot us |
| Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha! |
| Guess who’s back mothafucka gun and a clip |
| Ready to smack up on these suckas that’s runnin' they lip |
| You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit |
| Your hundreds is shorter I’ll tell your pops his son is a daughter |
| All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer |
| Counter 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’t afford it cause |
| G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs |
| Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise |
| She’s givin' up the buns on her cushion |
| Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' |
| And i’m leavin', on to the next city |
| Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me |
| I gotta go cause I’m gettin' older, you niggas ain’t gettin' over |