G-Unit Anthem lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[Tony Yayo:]

In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot

As soon as the sun rise we back on the block

The stress got me feeling like an old man

And I stay on point for that red and gold van

Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro

Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe

Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding like war in the streets

So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats

Get at me, you really think you holding Big Daddy?

So where's your indoor court and bowling alley?

I got heart like a Hoover Crip

But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood

I mingle with thugs, my single gon' buzz

Your boy export, get rid of the drugs

I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves

I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets

Now a dawg Lex coupes like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Put carpet burns on these rats for several days

Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewing's legs

I'm always with the biscuit

The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick

You broke, rob more blocks

'Cause you ain't got to know how to breakdance

To wind up on a cardboard box

I'm Gucci'ed down to my socks, groupies hounding the spot

We perform at to keep goopies around for the cops

She'll be down for my watch, I ain't generous or courteous

I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga, you thirty-six

You don't want it with the kid at all

Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl

When we come after you it ain't no gray shots

The SIG will leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock

You pussy, you wouldn't even pop the smallest chip

Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick, bitch

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[50 Cent & Lloyd Banks:]

I'm the leader of the new school now, nigga what?

I got a 44 bulldog, I'll tear your bitch ass up

I pop off nigga front, I'll put my knife in your gut

Have you in ICU screaming, "ahh, I'm cut"

I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon

But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin'

Everytime I'm in the house niggas grill a nigga

Cause they feel a nigga, I'll kill a nigga

You speeding, shorty, better stay in your lane

Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains

I'm the general, what? You salute me

You'se a dead man if you attempt to shoot me

I done lost some of my brains watching military flicks

Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit

Private Banks requesting permission to speak

Speak, nigga

Man, it's dangerous when there's discipline involved in street niggas

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit