Woo wooo
Haha
G-Unit

We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and M1's and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
Dey bin used once or twice and they all for sale

Waddadaday, waddadaday
I'm the reason those things in my hood go bang
I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy

When a sawed off hit your body parts they fall off
You get hit in the leg man you can't even crawl off
When that AK switch from automatic to spray
Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray

I got silences and scopes, military issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips
You don't want your shit to jam better buy a cleaning kit

Teflon, Kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
You pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
Mac 11 mac 10 time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then
Got guns and ammo they all for sale
Clips included you' responsible for your bail

We got those semi automatics
And we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em man that should solve 'em
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Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
Dey bin used once or twice and they all for sale

G stand for gangster
Unit stand for you niggaz in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
G unit!

Fresh out the box 40 Cali Glock, Calicoes 100 shot
Street sweepers clear the block
I'm that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grand momma basement

Show 'em what I got, look I got three 380s a tech and two M1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toes and saying thats my baby

Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
He gave me some bud I gave him a pound, gave me a hug

Love, its love I take it back to the nwa days
Fuck jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the chart state
Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
My nigga for real. holla at the kid

We got those semi automatics
And we got those revolvers
We that niggaz that you should get at
If you got a problem

When those hollow tips hit 'em man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and M1's and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new fore pound
Dey bin used once or twice and they all for sale