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(50 Cent) Intro: Yo it's G-Unit Up In Here. Another Diss track for You Bitch Ass Niggaz. We aint payin for this shit man. Be reasonable. (Music Starts, The Next episode Beat) Tony Yayo: La La La La La It's the Mothafucking G-Unit La La La La La U better not abuse it Yo this game is called hip-hop, only bout making cash Irv Gotti all tied up between Ashanti and his stash Ja Fool is never on time Thats why hes never in the studio making real rhymes Mitsubishi Tah, Judy Sack and Crackchild U call That Murda, I say U better go back, child This game aint for u, let alone your servants watch your mouth unless you want to get blasted all the way to Harlem MURDA!!!!! Ya'll aint never killed a flea The only people that died was the Murderers with H.I.V. Ja You Pussy. Lloyd Banks: La La La La La It's The Realist Killaz reppin NYC La La La La La Yo Better watch it before I send My Heat Yo, I've been in this game before your Mama was changin diapers You can call me a veteran, or a lean mean sniper I'll take three shots at your boys leave em gasping Don't blame me though, it was 50 who was thrashing Rap aint about the hoez or all the great cars It's about killin your enemies in less than eight barz G-G-G- G Unit, guess you are tired of that phrase Well I'm not Irv i don't Hire Murda Gays When I got shot in September It wasn't your gunz, It was the puss paintball gun you lent her Don't let m catch you wondering around my home I carry a 45 with me in case I need to pop some drones Yeah...G-G-G- G Unit Nigga dont try nuttin. Get This Ringtone

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