G Unit

[Chorus] I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust On dummy a lot Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump And it got bucks, and it's gassed up Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch Yeah, and we masked up Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop I do the G-Unit stomp Watch me lean with the pump Beam on the chopper Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy [Verse 1] Nigga, get rich or die trying, ayy Nigga, get rich without dying, ayy Lil' nigga, get shot nine times Jack you, somethin' like Curtis Jackson, ayy Ridin' in all-blue 'Rari, 50 right behind me We the Glo Gang, Guerilla Unit, ayy G-Unit since I was motherfuckin' four, ayy Heard a nigga snitchin', got the motherfuckin' gang unit at my door [Chorus] I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust On dummy a lot Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump And it got bucks, and it's gassed up Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch Yeah, and we masked up Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop I do the G-Unit stomp Watch me lean with the pump Beam on the chopper Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy [Verse 2] You can find me in the club With a snub, fuck a bottle of the bub Mama, I got what you need, straight dick, baby, not no love, ayy I gave that bitch a mug, the bitch tried to give me a hug, ayy I got G-Unit and I got Mobb Deep, money my apology Boy, that money ain't yours, that money Monopoly's, ayy Had a thot named Olivia, but you know I had to drop the bitch Teflons on, pistols, don't be in front of it [Chorus] Chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust On dummy a lot Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump And it got bucks, and it's gassed up Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch Yeah, and we masked up Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop I do the G-Unit stomp Watch me lean with the pump Beam on the chopper Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy