(Chorus) G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(50 Cent) You like it when she do that right thurr Dont even trip, we gon' motherfuckin purr I got my trey pound 7 right hurr Nigga call the cops if you want, I dont curr It's G-Unit, we dont fuckin play furr My shit is mine, you're shit we gotta shurr Dogs off the chain, my nigga, bewurr New York City, Im the motherfuckin Mayurr I put 100 G's on my neck, like "Dont Sturr" The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr Bitch, get outta line?, Ill smack your ass right hurr Run and get who you want, I dont motherfuckin curr
(Chorus) G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(Young Buck) Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right hurr I snuck in the club with a glock, I got some blood in my sock Hollered "Fuck the cops", they just mad cuz Im hot Thugged out, either get up, or get the fuck out Come south, let me show you niggas what Buck bout I aint scared, you coward bitches better beware The Source Awards to, there beat your boys, G-Unit there Here I go!, whoever want beef let me know I aint one of them artists dissed on that P. Diddy show I can hit you with the scope or, hit you with some coke boy Make sure you hit me back soon as you want more
(Chorus) G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr