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G Unit T O S Terminate On Sight

down with the mack in the pound I'm with G-Unit, c-unit Nigga you?re not ballin? on a G2 jet Everything you wanna ever do you need D O-P-E, on a fucking CD, it?s

nutt 3 nutts 4 5 nutts 6 nutts 7 nutts more have it how u want i rather have it hardcore ya legs on my neck ya neck damn there on tha floor (Young Buck

with me lil' mama, let's get it Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it I'm on that shit, we on that shit I ain't on that rubber grip, nah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, G-Unit My Polo on, check, my Dolce on, check It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma, yeah, I get that cash boo Shake that

New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) I'm back, still got my Mac and my switchblade No love to them niggas actin bitch made (*Fuck 'em) It's

s yaha i doubt that i put the barral on i put the barrel in your fith ya mouth jack whoooo kidddddddddd dammn parcah gunit radio gunit staturdays go cop t.o.s

up at your bougie event give your body harm Slide you all over the stage like Omarion Don't need a party, calm on the Pepsi and Bacardi bomb Bail ain't

the fuck out the rain There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim You don't get a warnin?, there's no heads up when it's on Here it comes, ready or

me 50's cash child or call me Young B! I ain't a politition I'm a walking ambition, If it don't make sense I won't listen, I won't stiffin, Shit if