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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\nGuess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\nReady to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\nYou can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\nYour hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\nAll I need is some cigars and a quarter\nA couple cars and a lawyer\nKinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\nI'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n\nI got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\nG-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\nNiggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\nShe's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\nSuckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\nOn to the next city\nStash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\nI gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\nYou niggas ain't gettin' over\nG-Unit!\n\nWe got action where you don't\nShow our faces where you won't\nG-Unit! G-Unit! 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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\n  Guess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\n  Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\n  You can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\n  Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\n  All I need is some cigars and a quarter\n  A couple cars and a lawyer\n  Kinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\n  I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n\n  I got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\n  G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\n  Niggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\n  She's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\n  Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\n  On to the next city\n  Stash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\n  I gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\n  You niggas ain't gettin' over\n  G-Unit!\n\n  We got action where you don't\n  Show our faces where you won't\n  G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\n  Hi-Tek, nigga\n"},{"id":35746783,"name":"G-Unit","trackName":"G-Unit","artistName":"G-Unit","albumName":"Beg For Mercy","duration":26.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\n50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck\nG-G-G-G-G-Unit!\nHaha\n\nVacate ya home, I come to break ya bones\nAmerica's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)\nA Desert Eagle and a black MAC-10\nThey'll never know what happened\nWhen we come through, them cowards don't want none\nThey screamin' that they murderers, but walkin' with no guns\nC'mere nigga, don't run or die where you standin'\nSee I'm holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'\n\nPut the pipe at your melon and your brain's on the pavement\nThese niggas is talkin', thinkin' security gon' save them\nNobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit\nLook you right in the eyes and tell you, \"We don't know who did it\"\nCorruptin' my street corner by shootin' at the police\nThe fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep\nYou better get used to it, you know how we do it\nShady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit\n\nWe got action where you don't\nShow our faces where you won't\nG-Unit! 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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\nGuess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\nReady to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\nYou can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\nYour hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\nAll I need is some cigars and a quarter\nA couple cars and a lawyer\nKinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\nI'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n\nI got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\nG-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\nNiggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\nShe's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\nSuckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\nOn to the next city\nStash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\nI gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\nYou niggas ain't gettin' over\nG-Unit!\n\nWe got action where you don't\nShow our faces where you won't\nG-Unit! G-Unit! 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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\nGuess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\nReady to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\nYou can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\nYour hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\nAll I need is some cigars and a quarter\nA couple cars and a lawyer\nKinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\nI'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n\nI got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\nG-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\nNiggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\nShe's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\nSuckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\nOn to the next city\nStash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\nI gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\nYou niggas ain't gettin' over\nG-Unit!\n\nWe got action where you don't\nShow our faces where you won't\nG-Unit! G-Unit! 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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n[02:11.99] Guess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\n[02:15.40] Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\n[02:18.08] You can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\n[02:20.71] Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\n[02:23.53] All I need is some cigars and a quarter\n[02:25.61] A couple cars and a lawyer\n[02:26.92] Kinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\n[02:29.78] I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n[02:32.20] I got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\n[02:35.06] G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\n[02:37.85] Niggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\n[02:40.85] She's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\n[02:43.65] Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\n[02:46.49] On to the next city\n[02:47.93] Stash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\n[02:50.63] I gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\n[02:52.43] You niggas ain't gettin' over\n[02:54.08] G-Unit!\n[02:54.93] We got action where you don't\n[02:57.40] Show our faces where you won't\n[03:00.12] G-Unit! G-Unit! 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G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n  start_ms: 180120\n  end_ms: 187040\n- text: Hi-Tek, nigga\n  start_ms: 187040\n  end_ms: 190290\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 190290\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck\n  G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n  Haha\n\n  Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones\n  America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)\n  A Desert Eagle and a black MAC-10\n  They'll never know what happened\n  When we come through, them cowards don't want none\n  They screamin' that they murderers, but walkin' with no guns\n  C'mere nigga, don't run or die where you standin'\n  See I'm holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'\n\n  Put the pipe at your melon and your brain's on the pavement\n  These niggas is talkin', thinkin' security gon' save them\n  Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit\n  Look you right in the eyes and tell you, \"We don't know who did it\"\n  Corruptin' my street corner by shootin' at the police\n  The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no sleep\n  You better get used to it, you know how we do it\n  Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit\n\n  We got action where you don't\n  Show our faces where you won't\n  G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\n  Man I told y'all on my first Dre joint, I am loco\n  Better than so-so, the game's in the choke hold\n  Diss me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow\n  In D.C. they dance to go-go, in L.A. they ride on lo-lo's\n  G-Unit in the house, oh no\n  You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy\n  Old-school rollin', I'm holdin'\n  20 inches spinnin from the beginnin', we winnin'\n  Gained this masculinity we pimpin', we not pretendin'\n\n  Drop-top, Glock cocked, ready for the drama\n  Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas\n  Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless\n  You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest\n  I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists\n  My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us\n  It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick\n  Hah-hah!\n\n  We got action where you don't\n  Show our faces where you won't\n  G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\n  Guess who's back motherfucker, gun and a clip\n  Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin' they lip\n  You can try any one of my shoes on, none of 'em fit\n  Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter\n  All I need is some cigars and a quarter\n  A couple cars and a lawyer\n  Kinda packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit\n  I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?\n\n  I got expensive habits, I can afford it 'cause\n  G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs\n  Niggas be shovin' and pushin' now someone is gushin', surprise\n  She's givin' up the buns on the cushion, sweatin' and screamin'\n  Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' and I'm leavin'\n  On to the next city\n  Stash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me\n  I gotta blow 'cause I'm gettin' older\n  You niggas ain't gettin' over\n  G-Unit!\n\n  We got action where you don't\n  Show our faces where you won't\n  G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!\n\n  Hi-Tek, nigga\n"}]