[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-G-G-G-G Unit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm that n****, I'm the plug
I'm that n****, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I'm that n**** so I pack heat
In case you n***** try to catch me on the back streets
(Say what) I'm that n****, I'm that n****
Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I ain't standing on the block, ho
Hit my phone and it's on, b****, it's m***********' hot, yo
n**** snitching on me?
Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E"
God d*** it, I don't see
How a n**** fixed his mouth to say he done made me
I got beef with a ton of n*****
Not now one of them n***** ever try to run up on me
But they said they used to hold me down
And they know how I get down
b****, I keep that gun around me
[Hook: YG]
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin
We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
She think she on to something
There ain't no love, never mattered though
Your ordinary rapper know
Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho
Ain't a n**** that can see me
13 years killing s***, a villain on your TV
Little n***** wanna be me
Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike
Do I love a b****? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike
Catch a n**** at the light, he gon' b**** up like a d***
He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife
Get your head buzzed right
To the white meat on the white sheet
Mazent, we don't play that s*** on my street
Couldn't walk up in the shoes that's on my feet
Ain't another real n**** like me
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece
With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef
New Corvette, switch gears fast, n****
Leave you wet like splish splash, n****
Run up, it's a hundred yard dash, n****
Just 'cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, n****
Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates
[Verse 5: Young Buck]
I got a shawty named Mary Jane
She got a girl named Pure Cocaine
And now you know the deal
We turned up in the trap house late night
See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
And this the Unit crew, thought I should've told you
If you a rapper in the game we should mold you
And, man, shout out my n**** Boosie, he just roll through
Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food
[Hook]
G-G-G-G-G Unit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm that n****, I'm the plug
I'm that n****, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I'm that n**** so I pack heat
In case you n***** try to catch me on the back streets
(Say what) I'm that n****, I'm that n****
Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I ain't standing on the block, ho
Hit my phone and it's on, b****, it's m***********' hot, yo
n**** snitching on me?
Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E"
God d*** it, I don't see
How a n**** fixed his mouth to say he done made me
I got beef with a ton of n*****
Not now one of them n***** ever try to run up on me
But they said they used to hold me down
And they know how I get down
b****, I keep that gun around me
[Hook: YG]
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
b****, who do you love?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin
We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
She think she on to something
There ain't no love, never mattered though
Your ordinary rapper know
Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho
Ain't a n**** that can see me
13 years killing s***, a villain on your TV
Little n***** wanna be me
Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike
Do I love a b****? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike
Catch a n**** at the light, he gon' b**** up like a d***
He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife
Get your head buzzed right
To the white meat on the white sheet
Mazent, we don't play that s*** on my street
Couldn't walk up in the shoes that's on my feet
Ain't another real n**** like me
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece
With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef
New Corvette, switch gears fast, n****
Leave you wet like splish splash, n****
Run up, it's a hundred yard dash, n****
Just 'cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, n****
Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates
[Verse 5: Young Buck]
I got a shawty named Mary Jane
She got a girl named Pure Cocaine
And now you know the deal
We turned up in the trap house late night
See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
And this the Unit crew, thought I should've told you
If you a rapper in the game we should mold you
And, man, shout out my n**** Boosie, he just roll through
Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food
[Hook]