niggas ain't fuckin with us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us homie Ya'll ain't fuckin with us (nah) Ya'll ain't fuckin with us G Unit! [Verse 3: Lloyd
motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all
't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fucking hole through the wall But since they all love us, I need more rubbers And If I don't use
go to thinkin' about my past Get mad, I reach in my stash and blast Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit And soon as we hit, now
at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' So everybody's yellin' peace The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police 'Cause they ain't stoppin' with
listenin' now, takin' her on home but she stayin' I bet y'all think he playin' when he tellin' y'all he the first Whutchacallit, alcoholic, with that
on Fiyaa'' We ain't wire your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I just keep fucking you,
up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feeding him pills So if that E doesn't kill him Someone from G-Unit will and I ain't buzzed Dawg
I'm about to pull a bun and [Incomprehensible] a fuckin' cap All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad, bitches If y'all mad at me for that, y'all niggas
shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later You little haters are too jealous of us to love us You ain't it, G-Unit made
take it bak to the vibe awards Where did nigga lost and den snuffed your boss Ready to go, all I heard was G-Unit 50 niggas ran and they didn't even
vibe awards Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even
to the Vibe awards Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss Minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-Unit Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even
be givin a shit Not any squad or clique can squab with this Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with this? As
they approach me the first G R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft
and put a K No no, it don't matter how good you spit If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit Who gives a fuck if your money and