Hands Up G-Unit Composicao: Indisponivel Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd
my fans You even got more watch on but it's to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon
Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in
. G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch. Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot. Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco. Hands up on the dance
ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor Tell um come up
the sight of you your mangled body lying in a heap on the floor Aint got anuff time to go say goodbye to your whore G-G-G- G Unit man we got the best
what Throw your hands in the air To my hip hop niggas Ya don’t stop To my niggas in the street Ya don’t stop To my niggas gettin money Say what Throw your hands
Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den
don't front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up
G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] 50 whatcha say?? (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out G
Yeah G-unit [Intro] Ive been so many places Ive seen so many faces Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before Ive been around the
old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more I just pull up
hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed
I'm runnin outta time Where is my runway love Searching low and high Know that I'm not givin' up. I give it all up for her I'll never be enough I wont
, I love it And nothin' in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that
buckshots [Bizzy] I got some unfinsihed business So won't ya's come up with me K, bring the P-U-M-P Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang
from the black folks I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up
