作曲 : Bathelt, Brown, Cottrell, Frit ...
作词 : JACKSON, CURTIS/LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER/ROBERTSON, CURTIS/WARE, LEON/WILSON, ERNEST D/WRIGHT, SYREETA
Yeah! 50 Cent.. 
Lloyd Banks.. 
Young Buck... 
G G G G G-
Unit! Haha! [Young Buck] 
Vacate your home 
I come to break your bones 
Americas nightmare we at it again 
A desert eagle and a black mack 10 
They'll never know what happened 
When we come through, them cowards dont want none 
They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns 
Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin' 
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' 
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement 
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em 
Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit 
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it" 
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police 
The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep 
You betta get used to it you know how we do it 
Shady Aftermath 
Interscope and 
G-Unit. [Chorus - 50 Cent:] 
We got action where you don't 
Show up places where you won't 
G-Unit, [50 Cent] 
G-G-G-G, G-
Unit [50 Cent] 
Now I told ya'll on my first 
Dre joint 
I am loco 
Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold 
Diss me is a no-no 
I perfected the slow flow 
In D.C. they dance the go-go 
In L.A. they ride on low-low's 
G-Unit in the house, oh no 
You ain't ready it's heavy 65 chevy 
Old school rollin' im holdin' 20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' 
Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' 
Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama 
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's 
Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless 
You can be the hardest 
We'll just be the smartest 
I warn you not to start us 
We're not your average artists 
My bitch is like a goddess 
When paparazzi spot us 
Cause flick after flick, same old shit that 
I kick, haha! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] 
Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip 
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip 
You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit 
Your hundreds is shorter 
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter 
All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer 
Counter packin' a bitch, and 
I'll be back with a hit 
I'm that sick, 
Who the hell you thought it was 
I got expensive habits, 
I can't afford it cause 
G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs 
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise 
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion 
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' 
And i'm leavin', on to the next city 
Stashbox in the bus to 
I can bring the tecks with me 
I gotta go cause 
I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over 
G-U-NIT [Chorus]