(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(50 Cent)
You like it when she do that right thurr
Dont even trip, we gon' motherfuckin purr
I got my trey pound 7 right hurr
Nigga call the cops if you want, I dont curr
It's G-Unit, we dont fuckin play furr
My shit is mine, you're shit we gotta shurr
Dogs off the chain, my nigga, bewurr
New York City, Im the motherfuckin Mayurr
I put 100 G's on my neck, like "Dont Sturr"
The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr
Bitch, get outta line?, Ill smack your ass right hurr
Run and get who you want, I dont motherfuckin curr
(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(Young Buck)
Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock, I got some blood in my sock
Hollered "Fuck the cops", they just mad cuz Im hot
Thugged out, either get up, or get the fuck out
Come south, let me show you niggas what Buck bout
I aint scared, you coward bitches better beware
The Source Awards to, there beat your boys, G-Unit there
Here I go!, whoever want beef let me know
I aint one of them artists dissed on that P. Diddy show
I can hit you with the scope or, hit you with some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back soon as you want more
(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
