Woo wooo Haha G-Unit! Ahhhhhh [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at, if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale [Verse 1] Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang I'm the reason them thangs in my hood go bang! I got that trey deuce, I call that, my nigga behave 16 gauge case you niggas wanna get crazy (Yeah!) When a sawed off Hit your body parts they fall off You get hit in the leg, man, you can't even crawl off (Uh huh) When that AK switch to automatic to spray Everybody out this bitch could get hit wit a stray I got silences, scopes, military issued pistols Holla at me, whatever you need, homie, I can get you (Ahhh) [?] rubber grips, hollow tips, extra clips You don't want your shit to jam, better buy a cleaning kit Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest (Yeah!) You pop off, they pop back and you get left a bloody mess MAC-11, MAC-10, time for some action Dump a clip out this bitch, see how niggas act then Got guns and ammo, they all for sale Clips included, you responsible for your bail [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers (Yea!) We them niggas you should get at, if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale (Ahhhh) [Verse 2] G stand for "Gangster", Unit stand for "U Niggas In Trouble" Better lock and load on the double, G-Unit! Fresh out the box, 40 Cali Glocks Calico 100 shot, street sweepers clear the block (Uh huh) I'm that nigga niggas call when them shots pop Take 'em to my grandmama basement, show 'em what I got (Yea!) Look, I got three 380s, a TEC and two M1s (Uh huh) Ice came through in some shit and bought him one (What) Them young boys from the projects crazy He was kissing on the toast and saying "that's my baby" Buck came through saying "50, show me some love" Sold him a dub-dub, something he can sneak in the club Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub, he gave me some bud, gave him a pound, gave him a hug, love is love (Uh huh) I take it back to the N.W.A days, fuck Jake My CDs raise the crime rate in the tri-state Got some Rugers, some SIGs, some Colts, my nigga, for real Holla at the kid, they all for sale [Chorus] We got those semi-automatics and we got them revolvers We them niggas you should get at, if you got a problem When them hollow tips hit 'em, man, that should solve 'em We got them Lugers, them Rugers, them M1s and they all for sale Got that nine millimeter, got that ten millimeter Got that little deuce deuce and they all for sale Got that old trey pound, got that new four pound They've been used once or twice and they all for sale [Outro] Yeah, man, y'all niggas got any problems? Y'all know where y'all can reach me at, man 1917 499 1919, homie You know I mean, holla at the kid You know what I mean? So what it got bodies on it, it still look new Ha ha
