G-Unit Anthem

[Intro: The Raelettes & Ray Charles] Hit the road, Jack, and don't ya come back No more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road, Jack, and don't ya come back no more What'chu you say? Hit the... **Gun fire** [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] In my hood you get no points for your jump shot As soon as the sun rise we back on the block The stress got me feelin' like a old man And I stay on point for that red and gold van (C'mon) Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro 'cause the flow's been hot since G.I. Joe Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding like war in the streets So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats Get at me, you really think you holdin' Big Daddy? So where's your indoor court and bowlin' alley? I got heart like a Hoover Crip But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood, I mingle (What'chu say? hit...) with thugs, my single gon' buzz Import export, get rid of the drugs I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves (C'mon) I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets, now dog, Lex coupes like (What'chu say? hit...) Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Tell her put carpet burns on these raps through the days So they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewing's legs I'm always with the biscuit The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick You broke, rob more blocks 'cause you ain't got to know how to breakdance to wind up on a cardboard box I'm Gucci'd down to my socks, groupies hound to the spot, we perform at Keep goopies 'round for the cops She'll be down for my watch, I ain't generous or courteous I'm runnin' from a dirty bitch Nigga, you thirty-six You don't want it with the kid at all Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl When we come after you it ain't no gray shots The SIG'll leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock You pussy, and I think even Pac could smell the shit 'cause in the inside you softer than a mozzarella (What'chu say? Hit...) stick, bitch [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...) [Verse 3: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm the leader of the new school now, nigga what? I got a 44 bulldog, I tear your bitch ass up I pop off, nigga front I'll put my knife in your gut Have you in ICU screamin', "ahh, I'm cut" I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon But I keep my pistol on me so my pants they saggin' Every time I'm in the house niggas grill a nigga But they feel a nigga, I kill a nigga, what! When you speedin', shorty, better stay in your lane 'Fore I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains I'm the general, what? You salute me You'se a dead man if you attempt (What'chu say? hit...) to shoot me I done lost some of my brains watchin' military flicks Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit Private Banks request permission to speak Speak, nigga Nigga it's dangerous when there's discipline involved with street niggas [Chorus: 50 Cent] G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house Wha-wha, wha-wha, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G G-G-G-Unit (What'chu you say? Hit...)