[gunshot]

[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah niggaz, G-Unit in this [bad word] (it's the Unit)
Aiyyo 50, aiyyo this [bad word] barely breathin [bad word] 

[50 Cent: x2]
It won't be long 'fore you dead...
You [bad word] your mouth crazy talkin 'bout me [bad word] [bad word] for your head...
And leave your monkey [bad word] laid out in the street

[50 Cent:]
I hit your heart you dead, I squeeze 'til the [bad word] out
Niggaz know me good, I'm my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the [bad word] in the hooptie with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit, 'til the mac-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this [bad word] in your direction mayne (ha ha)
Beams, clips and grips, this a sticky situation (yeah) [bad word]  I squeeze, my heart start pacin

[Young Buck:]
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same six-fo' drop, same [bad word] on top
Don't blame me if your muh [bad word] block get hot
Cause I'm just tryin to make a livin, [bad word] stay up outta prison
In a position of power
In a position where [bad word] [bad word] cowards can't [bad word] with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh [bad word] I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
 [bad word]  50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on [bad word] hold on
It seems like it never lasts
Always takes so long when you're hit
It won't be long 'fore you dead

[Young Buck:]
When you wired up in ain't no smilin
See all of 'em whylin, and these niggaz is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that [bad word] when that heater start dumpin
Nobody seen nothin, these niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don't [bad word] around with the nonsense
Murder One [bad word]  that's how it get - muh [bad word] what

[50 Cent:]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red [bad word] now give up the bread, I'll fill ya [bad word] with lead
Put a hole in your wig, with the cig', ya dig?
Said [bad word] the kids, I don't play that [bad word] (c'mon)
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigger gots no heart, [bad word] my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, ya dead, [bad word] who cares? (YEAH!)
 [bad word] 

[50 Cent:]
Me and my [bad word] we break up, we make up, see Jacob for the stones
We kick up, that's what's up, cause I'm out, with the chrome
You [bad word] up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha
Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't [bad word] wit'cha

[Young Buck:]
The Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope
My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz
We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us
They know we Gorillas, you know who the realest

[50 Cent:]
The Unit's my gang, my set, my mac, my tec
My protects, my family, do you, understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son
My love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures

[Young Buck:]
Buck shots, hit his [bad word] from the shotgun blast
Black [bad word] suit and a [bad word] black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react and we act
like it's nothin, Ca$hville niggaz used to that
Listen
 [bad word]