lirik lagu g unit – the gang
[intro: 50 cent]
yea
i ain’t even gotta tell them who it is, i be like wussup it’s the kid, they know it’s me man. f-ckin kiddin me i run new york.
[chorus: 50 cent]x2
yall n-gg-s know me, ’cause i do my thang man
you look you gonn’ see, g-unit’s my gang man
you front on me, i’ll pull out the thang thang
pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[verse 1: 50 cent]
they say ima trouble maker, ima waste of sh-t right
keep my strap on me n-gg-s front ima get right
i don’t care if it’s broad day, or it’s night
im out on bail money and my lawer fees i be alright
i aint no p-ssy i aint no punk n-gg-s know bout me
and know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes i see
i move around it’s hard as h-ll tryin to be low key
’cause every gangsta in the hood f-ckin listen to me
and if i say im in my bentley you could picture me rollen
but if i said that sh-t last year you could picture it stolen
my dirty -ss clean now, im fresh out the hood
if you mad ’cause i aint hookin your -ss up den good
n-gg-s aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me
next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me
i don’t play no games homie, i keep that thang on me
i lay a b-tch n-gg- down
[chorus: 50 cent]x2
yall n-gg-s know me, ’cause i do my thang man
you look you gonn’ see, g-unit’s my gang man
you front on me, i’ll pull out the thang thang
pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[bridge: 50 cent]
this is benzes, bm’s and bentley’s, back to back, when we come through
palmer’s, rangers, denali’s, escalades you know how we do, g-unit!
[verse 2: young buck]
you f-ckin right a n-gg- still in the hood call me
they say that the feds want me
but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie
pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop
then slide in another clip burnin down the block
you don’t know who you f-ckin with until you get shot
see buck is on some other sh-t
i keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a b-tch
[chorus: 50 cent]x2
yall n-gg-s know me, ’cause i do my thang man
you look you gonn’ see, g-unit’s my gang man
you front on me, i’ll pull out the thang thang
pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[verse 3: spider loc]
now tell these n-gg-s to make room, clear the path
whoever stand in my way they doomed, i might do a year and a half
for stabbin a b-tch, when i’d rather be in my lab stabbin a b-tch
licken her out then im kickin her out
i gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample im givin out
once they get a taste they gon be waitin out
forget about these other new rappers they can move past us
get down and dirty like used ratches, and my crew flashes
you gon be f-cked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up
848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova homie it’s rays time
you ready here it come, when i appear they run
and you don’t hear from the n-gg-s till the coast is clear
the east coast is where i rest
but i be out west, getting love from them sets, them mexicans and samoans
so i don’t need to check your resume, doggy im knowin
[chorus: 50 cent]x2
yall n-gg-s know me, ’cause i do my thang man
you look you gonn’ see, g-unit’s my gang man
you front on me, i’ll pull out the thang thang
pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
[verse 4: tony yayo]
beam on the mac, will put wings on ya back
how ya -ss gonn’ walk when ya leg detached
yo the game changed, lil n-gg-s run the streets yo
the black panther n-gg- down like dee-bo
my curfew at 9, im low for my p.o
we pop up at 12 just to search the condo
g-unit is the gang man, n-gg-s go hard
so my hearts gone colder than atticans yard
[verse 5: lloyd banks]
i only been in the game for a year it aint changed
but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range
i be valid till im guilty, yea they call me slitherin
them cowards should of killed me, im powerful and filthy
so n-gg-s say sorry, before i let them goons loose
and send ya -ss home wit the rims like prune juice
im new york’s prince, bent like tints
signed wit 50, i been in da benz brand since
[chorus: 50 cent]x2
yall n-gg-s know me, ’cause i do my thang man
you look you gonn’ see, g-unit’s my gang man
you front on me, i’ll pull out the thang thang
pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
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