They Talked About Jesus lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro: Young Buck]

Hello? Hello?

Anybody know what G-Unit is?

50, where the fuck you at, nigga?

[Hook: Young Buck (Lloyd Banks)]

Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

They talked about Jesus

This one here is for all non-believers

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

You know they talked about Jesus

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I could care less about a rapper and his entourage

I don't give a fuck about a Phantom, it's not in our garage

Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?

Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge

Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though

And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?

You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow

The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow

I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low

Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go

Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo

I'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all together

Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller

'gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla

Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather

With my kush up in the hall of fame

Cavemen, break out your ball and chain

I'll orchestrate the walk of shame

Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president

Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in

You never did, you out here regular, ain't go one heckler

I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give

Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet

CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Fishscales paid the bill, I ain't never been broke

Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes

I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic

My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers

My connect only speaks Spanish

Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished

Jump in the Martin Vanquish

Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster

Turn my Clippers jersey inside out

Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth

Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that

Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y'all loving thots

Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

[Hook]

Unconditionally lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Olivia)

[Chorus x2: Olivia]

Boy if you want me, then you can have me

I want you to want me and love me unconditionally

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

You want me to want you, you want me to need you

You want me beg and stay by my side

You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you

You want me to just swallow my pride

You want too much from me

Pretending I'm that nigga you lovingg

Last week it was my man, the week before your husband

Girl that ring on your finger means nothing

Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy

I know you kiss hI'm and hug him

And tell hI'm that you love him, you lying

Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying

You facinated with the flow

You know I'm about to blow

Come to see me at my show

Admire how my wrist glow

You like the way I get the dough

We can go, just to drow

Let your knees hit the floor

I like it when you do it slow

Aint nobody got to know

We can keep it on the low

I don't like niggas in my business, told you that before

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

You want me to hug you, you want me to love you

You want me to miss you everytime you gone

You wanna shine, you wanna spend time

Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond

You want too much from me

Everyday calling my phone

You found out my benz sittin on chrome

Wont leave me alone

Catchin feelings cause I'm never at home

I should've known not to pick up the phone

Before a nigga got on

You wouldn't take time out to speak

Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat

I can't lie girl you sure look good in that mink

Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink

Whatchu think?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour

Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?

Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?

You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and

I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless

Shorty look at my necklace

I don't sell dreams, I sell records

I know your type, used to parade around town

Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down

Introduced me to family and friends as well

Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell

cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend

I hate to bust your bubble but I'm just like him

[Chorus: repeat to fade]

Where I'm From lyrics - G-Unit (feat. The Game)

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Lloyd Banks:]

I'm from New York City

Eyes on the prize

Dodging the worm

I'll fry your head like a project perm

Bullets burn

My right hands in the urn

How the hell did I deserve to be placed in a situation where nobodys concerned?

Cursed the coward that's bragin and didn't clap they mark

He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart

I play my part well respected

Every minute every second

You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Young Buck:]

Cashville is where I call home

there's noone to call on

It's every man for himself

I come from the bottom

I been the nigga behind the trigger and been in front of the bullet

But where I'm from we don't think about it we pull it

Crips and bloods in Cali they got these country niggas bangin

Ain't no more hangin

Nigga what set is you claimin

Round here money aint comin like it used to be

Cuz these teens killin fiends over half a g

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Game:]

West side Compton motherfuckers

Nigga this three wheelin ass scrapin

100 spoke gold daytons

Home of the Lakers

We ridin dubs like Payton

Bandana 45 cock it back hollow tips gon'a fly

You bitch niggas go run and hide

It's nwa till the day I die

Purple haze I get high

Were the beef at I'm ready to ride

Allstar game don't come outside

Little drama and it's gonna be a homicide

Lowridin through the cpt banks ridin shotgun

Buck in the backseat, g-unit pop sumthin

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

Where The Dope At lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro]

To the evil he shows no mercy, NO!

To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES!

But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader!

[50 Cent]

Money buys dignity nigga!

Poverty’s a crime!

Follow me!

If you gon' follow somebody, follow me…

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

Im in the hood, niggas don’t see me, I be so low key

I’m where the dope at!

I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!

Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!

Listen niggas don’t come round me,

They done heard bout me

I’m where the dope at!

I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!

Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]

Shit is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit

You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won’t, I think I will

I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, nigger to beef with me you need a strap, yeah

Matter fact you gon’ need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you

Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away"

You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you’re on your own

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]

Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire

No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I’m tired (getting stacks nigga!)

You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet

Half the niggas you admire probly wired (you rat nigga!)

Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I’m getting higher

Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]

I’m a king, emperor, these rap niggas irrelevant

The Audemar is blacker than the president

I catch money in the booth goddammit

Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet

Drop head, pop lead outta car

These niggas better run like Usuan Bolt

I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel

Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill

[Chorus]

Who Do You Love (Remix) lyrics - G-Unit

(originally by YG & Drake)

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-G-G-G-G Unit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I’m that nigga, I’m the plug

I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud

I’m that nigga so I pack heat

In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets

(Say what) I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga

Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures

I ain't standing on the block, ho

Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo

Nigga snitching on me?

Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin’ "S-B-O-E"

God damn it, I don’t see

How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me

I got beef with a ton of niggas

Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me

But they said they used to hold me down

And they know how I get down

Bitch, I keep that gun around me

[Hook: YG]

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin

We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming

She think she on to something

There ain't no love, never mattered though

Your ordinary rapper know

Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho

Ain't a nigga that can see me

13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV

Little niggas wanna be me

Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike

Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike

Catch a nigga at the light, he gon' bitch up like a dyke

He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife

Get your head buzzed right

To the white meat on the white sheet

Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street

Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet

Ain’t another real nigga like me

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece

With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef

New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga

Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga

Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga

Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga

Studio full of plaques, known as the greats

Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates

[Verse 5: Young Buck]

I got a shawty named Mary Jane

She got a girl named Pure Cocaine

And now you know the deal

We turned up in the trap house late night

See this the reason why a rapper still deal white

And this the Unit crew, thought I should’ve told you

If you a rapper in the game we should mold you

And, man, shout out my nigga Boosie, he just roll through

Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food

[Hook]

You Need Me lyrics - G-Unit

Yeah. It's 50...
Look you need me man...
You need me.
I mean you hate me,
But you need me,
Cuz I got the best product man,
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow..

[50 Cent:]
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you,
You could get smoked when I come through, okaaay, okaaay,
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do,
I could be a good connect for you, okaaay, okaaay... (50 Cent!)

Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okaaay, okaaay,
Now I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend,
And Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okaaay, okaaay,

Lemme show you hooow,
Lemme show you hooow,
I can show you hooow,
Lemme show you hoowww!...

This is that Porche GT shit,
That Baltimore G shit,
That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit,
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50,
I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch,
Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner,
Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks,
Tell the valet to bring us the whip,
Look at the Vegas lights,
I told ya I'll light up ya life,
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight,
Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy,
But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining,
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip,
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out,
I can't be more then me,
But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50!

It's just a pinch man...
It's a sample...
You're not supposed to get high
off the sample...
You're just supposed to feel a buzz...
I'm not tryna get you where you need
to go, with this...
I'm just havin' fun, you know?
You probably waiting for a next verse
well there's not a next verse comin!!
I'm just playing man...
You could take a bag of this right here,
We'll call this...
The body bag...
Lemme put a stamp on this
dog right here...
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you...
But I know you need to get high again..
DAMN!!!

[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice,
If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okaaay, okaaay,
I got the dope in the vice[?]
8 pots on the stove,
Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okaaay, okaaay...

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger,
I respect real G's like Don Fischer,
I'm not ya middle man,
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar,
King of New York man,
King of the coke man,
King of the dope man,
Work got got,
It's fresh off the boat man,
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale,
Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale,
For real..!

[50 Cent:]
It feels like silk!
This is that Sin City,
Golden Navy,
Players Club,
Sue's Rendezvous,
I mean this is like head!!
Good Sex!!
Now watch this climax!!
I'll take it to the next level...
Come on...
(Yeahhhhh) LLOYD BANKS!!

[Lloyd Banks:]
There's a lot of product out there,
But I'm the pure thing,
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns,
And court swings,
Hip-Hop-Heroine,
I'm better then whoever,
when I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish,
Fettuccini when I dine,
Rap, White Line,
Wanna recline,
My jewels blind,
I got a EB9[?] grind,
My Mercedes ride by 'em,
My ladies top dime,
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck,
I man the game like a corner,
Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'
You strong enough for smokin?
That 2K raw,
No bag, get back,
You get what you paid for,
Whore..!

(Thisis50... Dot com!!)