B Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
B Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
B Unit
You pussy ass nigga!

Who the snitch?
You the snitch
Who the bitch?
You the bitch (x4)
Get ur ass toar off
when i blast 4 off
huck the shotty
and the body
Where the grass grow tall
Jeah, I'm like tango for the cash
Orange Jag
Looking like a mango when it pass
put the tatos on mash
I ain't talking 'bout bagging
up work when I put Yayo in
the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about?
You 30, just getting in the
game, you should be trying
to get out
You know it's drama when the llama get out
Pull and spit the lead
Bullets hit your head
Then your mind'll sit out
By the time they find this shit out
I'm in a different state
In a different zip, different
whip, different plates
Wait! I put the heat in to your head
You G Unit Ninja Turtles
cause your leader is rat
Scrat!
It's simple as 1,2,3
You lames
Wanna get at Game
You gotta come through me

Tony Yayo
Get out the way ho
Lloyd Banks just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack
You ain't right
Trying to be Frank Wright
You getting smacked
Little accident murderer
I just now heard of ya
And the next time you disrespect
the west, E serving ya
Yayo
You better lay low
Cause the M.O.B. got some
killers on the payroll
I put a million dollar hit on you snitches
Show you why we call
ourselves Money Over Bitches

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I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from
Compton (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
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Philly (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long
Beach (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from L.A.
(here monkey, monkey)

Olivia, get back in the car
B'Fore I smack you like 50 did Fredro Starr
And he picking on lil niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis
Jackson get a lil bigger?
Nigga using that muscle enhancement
All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich
Fuck holding a conference
I'll run to Violator, hold
Chris Lighty for hostage
Cause Banks doing gay porn,
come out the closet!
Either that or I'mma knock Chris
Lighty unconsciencious
Cut all the non-sense
You was PC'd up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the
corner like you Common
Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada
I throw 'em, you catch 'em,
that's not a threat, that's
a promise
You did 6 months, now you a convict?
I accepted your phones calls now you
at me on some wild shit
Judge said, "Time spent"
Now you can get it from the
same gun homicide dropped five
dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be alive long enough
to put out MOBB DEEP

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Welcome to the west, let me
show you what hood like
My niggas down to sit on death
row and ain't fucking with
Suge Knight
Tag your left toes, wish you
niggas a good night
Rock-a-by baby
Chrome .380
Screaming, "Ready to die"
Them niggas ain't crazy
On the black wall on the mini
street that they can't be
A pine box plenty of leg room
Game, hit me, we're watching
access granted in Cancun
I'm look at the two like,
"The nerve of this damn
dude"
Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound
Talk to my heat
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Replace that G Unit bandana with a halo

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