Letras
Woo!
G-Unit!
We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce-deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
They've been used once or twice and they all for sale
Wah-dah-dah-dang, wah-dah-dah-dah-dang
I'm the reason them thangs in my hood go bang
I got that trey deuce, I call that "My nigga, behave"
16 gauge in case you niggas wanna get crazy (yeah)
When a sawed off hit your body parts, they fall off
You get hit in the leg, man, you can't even crawl off (uh-huh)
When that AK switch to automatic to spray
Everybody out, this bitch could get hit wit' a stray
I got silences, scopes, military issued pistols
Holla at me, whatever you need, homie
I can get you ev'thing Rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips
You don't want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit
Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest (yeah)
You pop off, they pop back, and you get left a bloody mess
MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then
Got guns and ammo, they all for sale
Clips included, you responsible for your bail
We got those semi-automatics, and we got them revolvers (yeah)
We them niggas you should get at, if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce-deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
They've been used once or twice and they all for sale (ahh)
G stand for "Gangster," Unit stand for "U Niggas In Trouble"
Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit
Fresh out the box, .40 Cali Glocks
Calico hundred shot, street sweepers clear the block (uh-huh)
I'm that nigga niggas call when them shots pop
Take 'em to my grandmama basement, show 'em what I got (yeah)
Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s (uh-huh)
Ice came through in some shit and bought him one (what?)
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying, "That's my baby"
Buck came through saying "50, show me some love"
Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey eight snub
He gave me some bud, gave him a pound, gave him a hug, love is love (uh-huh)
I take it back to the N.W.A days, fuck Jake
My CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state
Got some Ruger's, some SIG's, some Colt's
My nigga, for real, holla at the kid, they all for sale
We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers
We them niggas you should get at, if you got a problem
When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em
We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale
Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter
Got that little deuce-deuce and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound
They've been used once or twice and they all for sale
Yeah, man, y'all niggas got any problems?
Y'all know where y'all can reach me at, man
1-9-1-7, 4-9-9, 1-9-1-9, homie
You know I mean? Holla at the kid
You know what I mean?
So what it got bodies on it, it still look new