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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tracie Spencer
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50 Cent
Stimme und Gesang
Lloyd Banks
Stimme und Gesang
Young Buck
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter:in
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter:in
David Brown
Songwriter:in
HANS BATHELT
Songwriter:in
Jürgen Fritz
Songwriter:in
Tony Cottrell
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Hi-Tek
Produzent:in
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe Warlick
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Steve Baughman
Mischtechniker:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah!
50 Cent
Lloyd Banks
Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Haha!
[Verse 2]
Vacate your home
I come to break your bones
America's nightmare
We at it again
A Desert Eagle and black MAC-10
They never know what happened
When we come through
Them cowards don't want none
They screaming that they murderers
But walk in with no guns
Come here, ****, don't run
Or die where you standing
See I'm holding on this cannon
And your life, I'm demanding
Put the pipe to your melon
And your brains on the pavement
These **** is talking
Thinkin' security gon' save 'em
Nobody gon' speak
When homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell you
"We don't know who did it!"
Corrupted my street corner
By shooting at the police
The fiends up all night
And the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You better get used to it
You know how we do it
Shady-Aftermath, Interscope
And G-Unit
[Verse 3]
(We got action where you don't)
(Show up places where you won't)
(G-Unit)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
(G-Unit)
[Verse 4]
Man, I told y'all on my first Dre joint
I am loco
Better than so-so, the game's in a chokehold
Diss me's a no-no
I perfected this slow-flow
In DC, they dance to go-go
In LA, they ride on low-lows
G-Unit in the house
Oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy
'65 Chevy, old school rollin'
I'm holding
Twenty inches spinning
From the beginning, we winning
Gained this masculinity pimping
We not pretending
Drop top, Glock cocked
Ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cops shot
I'm heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot
We on top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We not your average artists
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick
Same old shit that I kick
Haha!
[Verse 5]
(We got action where you don't)
(Show up places where you won't)
(G-Unit)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
(G-Unit)
[Verse 6]
Guess who's back, motherfucker
Gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers
That's running they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on
None of 'em fit
Your hunnids are shorter
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packing a bitch
And I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick
Who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits
I can afford it 'cause
G-Unit is popping and we perform
In all the clubs
**** be shoving and pushing
And someone is gushing, surprise
She giving up the buns on the cushion
Sweating and screaming
Sucking me off the rest of the evening
And I'm leaving!
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus
So I could bring the TECs with me
I gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older
You **** ain't getting over
G-UNIT!
[Verse 7]
(We got action where you don't)
(Show up places where you won't)
(G-Unit)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
(G-Unit)
Written by: C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, HANS BATHELT