[Chorus- Banks]
  G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
    [50 Cent-between Banks]
  G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
    [50 Cent]
  I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
    [Lloyd Banks]
  Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
  See every now and then I smile just not today
  In my hood they let the choppers spray
  Somebody probably got shot today
  I named em pop when niggas surfboard
  You aint stoppin me dawg
  Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
  You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
  You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
  I got tattoos as well as lead marks
  To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
  My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
  Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
  Beef, you a target
  Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
  Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
  I aint a peoples person
  I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
  Even though I got the shit in the stores
  I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
  Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
  Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
  Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
  I'm blowin on damn haze
  All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
  If you aint up on thangs
  Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
  Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
  I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
  Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
  I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
  Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me
  Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
  You only spend time at the mall
  On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
    [Chorus- Banks]
  G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
    [50 Cent-between Banks]
  G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
  That's what's up
    [50 Cent]
  Keep thinkin I'm candy
  Aint nuttin sweet about me
  Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
  Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
  Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
  I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
  They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
  You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
  Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
  I got a ruger on my hip
  You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
  You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
  12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
  Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
  Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
  Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
    [Chorus- Banks]
  G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
    [50 Cent-between Banks]
  G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
    [Tony Yayo]
  Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
  When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
  And even though the kid rappin
  I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
  My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
  Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
  Don't get moved on
  Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
  Then breeze through ya projects
  When the coke come back
  It's the China White
  And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
  Let's ride O T
  And burn the tape
  I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
  Since Yayo be a fearless man
  I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
  And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
  They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
  I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
  I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
  You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
  I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
  Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
  Prepare for class
  Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
  Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps
    [Banks]
  Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
  G-Unit nigga
  We about to gorrilla this industry man
  Yall niggas better know
  Yall niggas better fear us nigga
  Word to my mother nigga
  Fuck yall niggas wanna do
  1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
  50 Cent
  Tony Yayo
  Lloyd Banks nigga
  Bllllatttt