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G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut )
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga 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
so I stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
and the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
yo my rhymes have you nodding, like Raw in the Street
so freaks gimme ass 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 EngleWood Blood
I mengle wit Thugs, my singles don't budge
import, export get rid of tha drugs
still pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
I use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
now I dawg lex coops, like Luke in Dukes of Hazard

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Lloyd Banks:
I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
I'm always wit the biscut
only way I get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
u broke rob more blocks
u ain't gotta know how to break dance, to
whind up on a card board box
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different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
she'll be down for tha watch, I ain't generous or courtieous
I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
ya'll don't want it with tha kid at all
same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brall
when we come after u, it ain't no graze shots
this nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest
bigger than Flava-Flave clock
you pussy, I think even Pac can smell this shit
cause on the inside you softer than
a mozerella stick (bitch)

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50 Cent:
I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
I got a 4-4 bulldog I'll tear yo bitch ass up
I pop-off nigga front I'll put my knife in yo gut
have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! I'm cut
I go RAOW-RAOW, like a dungeon dragon
but I keep my pistol on me so my pants ain't sagging
everytime I'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga
but they feel a nigga, I kill a nigga wut
excuse me shorty better stay in ya lane
before I send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
I'm da General (wut!) you solute me
u's 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 shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak Nigga!
its dangerous when its decipline involve in street niggaz!!

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