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50 Cent - Nigger Unit Lyrics

[into]
Yeah, listen to me nigger, you'll want to dive in!
[verse1]
Can I get the Benz or Lambo
You already know my rhymes and ammo
I blowing the smoke coming out of gun and candle
I'll leave you lying on the floor
You finish and gable
You have to believe in my fables
The feds try to clip my Motorola
When I'm enjoying my Corolla
In search of my head
Some Niggas pay
Run behind your money nigga, this is one of the ways
I have spent much time in jail
This ruin of bricks can go at any time to donw
I make hot, I make hot, do not stop
Shaken in Tokyo, in London we pop
So I want
Kissing my summer-gun
Ending with the fanatics in Ramadan
YEAH!
[chorus]
There is still soft, hard is your toft
Take that soldier boy
Pistols the dangerous toy
Let all the joy
[hook]
Motherfucka knows the unit of nigger
Damn, now I'm killer
[verse2]
Yea nigger get around to your girlfriend
The free G-Unit, who you'll blame
This is our game
Yea the southside will bang
New song, new rhymes
New figures from the crime
Jeep matte black, down the street
The bitch out of his car his weak
Putting your foot off the line kid
That is our base, has no where to hide
You can't cry, you should cry
Position of the star is our life
Our good life!
[chorus]
There is still soft, hard is your toft
Take that soldier boy
Pistolis the dangerous toy
Let all the joy
[hook]
Motherfucka knows the unit of nigger
Damn, now I am killer
[verse3]
OK! I'm so tasty as a chocolate cream
I trained the dream tean
Into in my convertible with that jeans
I'm the winner, I'm your dream
50 Cent the rap king
Touching the sky, flying in my horse
I'll show my force
In my gray lead Porsche
In remembering the old days club
Turning the cap back and chewing bub
Leather shoes, Italian suits are 'shows'
Diamonds bracelets and platinum pistols
Bentleys in the door, photographers in the dark
Michael Jackson is wanted in my place, I'MA STAR!
Running into a car
Clothing Gala over the waistcoat of war
Doped to wiskhy, falling leg of the bitch
So I'm known as killer 50
YEAH!
[chorus]
There is still soft, hard is your toft
Take that soldier boy
Pistolis the dangerous toy
Let all the joy