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Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...

[Chorus]

"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

[Chorus]

I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
  Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)  Ha ha...    [Chorus: 50 Cent]    It's easy to see when you look at me  If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN  Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast  Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN  Every little nigga you see around me  Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN  Next time you in the hood and see an ol G  You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN    Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid  Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen  Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin  Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them  Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard  Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard  Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle  I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace  and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would  Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge  You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood  Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery  I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history  Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin  Jay put you on, X made you hot  Now you run around like you some big shot  Ha, ha pussy...    [Chorus]    "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?  How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"  That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud  Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down  I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer  You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster  I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers  All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers  It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background  You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child  Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good  I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"  I'm back better than ever, on top of my game  Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"  Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne  I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)    [Chorus]    I ain't tellin anyone you pussy  I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored  It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)  I've been patently waitin to BLOWW  Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"  This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun  Now that I'm back, you can't sleep  I'm a nightmare huuhhhh  You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life  You heard about them guns I done bought, right?  I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga  I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)  I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)