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(feat. Lloyd Banks, UTP) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We poppin' them bottles every time we pose and Takin' planes to Atlanta where they throws them bows and Pull up in Rovers baggin' the finest hos man Takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes and Niggas schemin' cause everybody's neck is froze and We comin' through stuntin' fuck it bow down to no man Startin' trouble for no reason we up to no good Playin' the block all season nigga i'm so hood Holdin' it down Bringin' pounds through the ghetto Baguette it down rocks colored blue and yellow We ruin marriages nigga ya lady mine What farmer where vests on they P-89s? SongtexteClear from the cops no time for no baby crimes Pushin' them drops you know the Mercedes kind The most hated And anticipated Since N.W.A. Clear the way [Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)] I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) [Verse 2: Wacko] Whats the deal dog? do a nigga got to bash your face? Get your shit bust up just to pass the day I pull a fifth from my hip and let it blast away And then three days later watch the pastor pray God forbid You don't know how hard it is Me and my brother we didn't come up like no Cosby kids We got together like "Man we got to rob these kids" When the last time you looked off in mama's fridge? Wheres the mask? Give it up wheres the stash? Yeah the dope all here but nigga wheres the cash? I got ya kid And he ain't really got to live Unless you got something that you really got to give Thats common sense And I ain't been common since I slipped up and made these same promises Problem is: I can't keep them And we ain't even And you get your son back when he ain't breathing [Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)] I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) [Verse 3: Skip] Man fuck them other niggas Cause i'm down for my niggas I'm about to blaze with the Mac and spit rounds for my niggas Tear down for niggas Make 'em drown for my niggas Fuck it I touch white and brown for my niggas Get in front of a judge and twist browns for my niggas The raw slow I get bricks and pounds for my niggas You the sound of a nigga Thats my round with a nigga Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga Get ya town with it nigga And it'll be all over Come in here with gorillas dog all on ya L-B- T-C- 6 and we the raw soldiers Black shirts, black jeans, black kicks and all Rovers No seeds, no sticks, no stems all Doja Tec-9, Macs and Kays all toasters Sprewells, weed to blaze no roasters Pull up in the parking lot with no chaueffer [Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)] I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP Aus Songtexte Mania