| Song | G-Unit |
| Artist | G-Unit |
| Artist | 50 Cent |
| Artist | DJ Whoo Kid |
| Album | No Mercy, No Fear |
| 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 | |
| [50 Cent] | G-Unit, |
| G-G-G-G, G- | |
| [50 Cent] | Unit |
| 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] |
| zuò qǔ : Bathelt, Brown, Cottrell, Frit ... | |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| GUnit. Chorus 50 Cent: | |
| We got action where you don' t | |
| Show up places where you won' t | |
| [50 Cent] | GUnit, |
| GGGG, G | |
| [50 Cent] | Unit |
| Now I told ya' ll on my first | |
| Dre joint | |
| I am loco | |
| Betta than soso, the games in the choke hold | |
| Diss me is a nono | |
| I perfected the slow flow | |
| In D. C. they dance the gogo | |
| In L. A. they ride on lowlow' s | |
| GUnit 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 | |
| GUnit 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 | |
| GUNIT Chorus |