[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh, Oh
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Nigga
Haha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Mama baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?
Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga
For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out
For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house
Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth
New York has taught niggas to get money down south
But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out
Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge
Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch
Oh, Oh
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Nigga
Haha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Mama baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?
Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga
For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out
For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house
Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth
New York has taught niggas to get money down south
But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out
Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge
Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch
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