[Banks:]
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit

[50 Cent:]
G-Unit nigga that’s what’s up [repeat]
I blast 50 Cent nigga that’s what’s up

[Lloyd Banks:]
Right now my life moving to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when niggas surfboard
You ain’t stopping me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin’ on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you ain’t dropping ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racing and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blasting with red darts
Beef, you a target
‘Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won’t be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play with a ringer?
I ain’t a peoples person
I’ll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I’m like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, I’m trying to get in ya draws
Man I’ll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band-aids
I’m blowing on damn haze
All of a sudden I’m gassed, ’cause I’m on the radio and I can’t wave
If you ain’t up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Unit’s the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I’ll have niggas post up on ya block like I’m shooting the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I’m ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don’t know the nina’s is with me
Snuck in with Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yeah)

[Banks:]
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit

[50 Cent:]
G-Unit nigga that’s what’s up [repeat]
That’s what’s up

[50 Cent:]
Keep thinking I’m candy
Ain’t nuttin sweet about me
Niggas talking in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, trying to watch every move I make
‘Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake
I’m a pro, far from a amateur, holding more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say, “God bless the child that could hold his own.”
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You ain’t gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clapping
Look homie I’m down for that day-time action
Keep thinking it’s a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yeah)

[Chorus:]
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit

[50 Cent:]
G-Unit nigga that’s what’s up [repeat]

[Tony Yayo:]
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rapping
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep with my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don’t get moved on
‘Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
It’s the China White
And the d don’t sweat us in a bag a rice
Let’s ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth’s a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And, those niggas in the hood don’t wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arrangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spitting that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it’s Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I’m gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you trying to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

[Banks:]
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to gorilla this industry man
Y’all niggas better know
Y’all niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck y’all niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks nigga
Blat