Intro
(A CAR PULLS UP.... 9 BULLETS GO
OFF) G G G G G G G G G G G G-UNIT
IN THIS BITCH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR

Chorus
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR

G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR

50 Cent
We like it when she do that right thurr (right thurr)
Me and Trent we don't motha fuckin curr (curr)
I got my trey-pound-7 right hurr (hurr)
Nigga call the cops if u want I don't curr (curr)
Its g-unit we don't fuckin play furr (furr)
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/jvTMy shit is mine, your shit we gotta shurr (shurr)
The dogs off the chain my nigga bewurr (bewurr)
New York City I'm the muthafuckin murr (murr)
I got one hundred G's on ma neck
but don't sturr (stur)
The ice, all your vision might blurr (blur)
Bitch get outta line, ill smack
ur ass right hurr (hurr)
I don't care who you are, I don't
mothafuckin curr (curr)

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Young Buck
Young Buck in this bitch right right right right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock
I got some bud in my sock
Hell, fuck the cops
They just mad cuz I'm hot
Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out
Come south, la me show u niggaz wut Buc bout
I ain't scared, u coward bitches better beware
The source awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
Here I go, who ever want beef, let me know
I ain't one of them artists that on that p-diddy show
I can hit u with the scope or hit
you with some coke boy
Make sure u hit me back soon as u want more

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