Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker (it's the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this nigga barely breathin nigga
It won't be long 'fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
Nigga I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
It won't be long 'fore you dead
You wanna run your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me
Nigga I come for your head
And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the semi run out
Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah)
Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacin'
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo' drop, same nigga on top
Don't blame me if your muh'fuckin block get hot
'Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin', nigga stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where bitch ass cowards can't fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
If you can't hold on, nigga, hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
When you wired up in ain't no smilin'
See all of 'em whilin', and these niggas is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin'
And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin'
Ain't nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggas, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get, muh'fucker what
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up the bread, I'll fill ya ass with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said fuck the kids, I don't play that shit (c'mon)
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya dead, nigga who cares? (Yeah!)
If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
Me and my bitch we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones
We kick up, that's what's up, 'cause I'm out, with the chrome
You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest
The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec
My protects, my family, do you, understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures
Buck shots, hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black Dickie suit and a fuckin' black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
Like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that
Listen
If you can't, hold on nigga, hold on
It seems like an ambulance
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead
