Chords for G-Unit
Tempo:
88.15 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, yo, what, Jesus, Nick, ha ha.
Vacate your home, I come to break your bones, America's nightmare, we at it again.
A desert eagle and a black Mac-10, they'll never know what happened when we come through.
Them cowards don't own none, they screaming that they murderers, but walking with no gun.
Come here, nigga, 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 melanin, your brain's on the pavement.
These niggas talking thinking security gon' save them, nobody gon' sleep when homicide pay up.
They're looking at 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 getting no sleep.
You better get used to it, you know how we do it.
Shady out the mouth in a scope and G-Unit.
We got action, we [Bm] can do it.
Show our favorites, [C#] we're too close.
G-Unit, G-Unit.
[F#m] Man, I told y'all my first straight joint, I am loco.
Better than So-So, games in the Choco.
This means a no-no, I perfected the slow flow.
In D.C. they dance to Go-Go, in L.A. they ride on Lolos.
G-Unit in the house, oh no, you ain't ready, it's heavy.
65 city, old school rollin', I'm holdin'.
20 inches spinning from the beginning, we winning.
G-Unit mastermindin', [C#] we pimpin', we [F#m] not pretending.
Drop top, clock cock, ready for the drama.
Pistol pop, top 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 bitches break regardless, I'm proper Raja's spotter.
Flick after flick, same old shit that I kick.
We got action where [Bm] you don't.
Show off presence where [C#] you won't.
G-Unit, G-Unit.
[F#m] Guess who's back, motherfucker, a 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 them fit.
Your hunnits 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.
Common 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't afford a curse.
G-Unit is popping and we performing all the clubs.
Niggas be shoving and pushing and someone is squishing.
Surprise, just 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 can bring them texts with me.
I gotta focus, I'm getting older.
You niggas ain't getting older.
G-Net.
We got action where [Bm] you go.
Our favorite's where [C#] you go.
G-Unit.
G-Unit.
G
[F#m]-Unit.
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, yo, what, Jesus, Nick, ha ha.
Vacate your home, I come to break your bones, America's nightmare, we at it again.
A desert eagle and a black Mac-10, they'll never know what happened when we come through.
Them cowards don't own none, they screaming that they murderers, but walking with no gun.
Come here, nigga, 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 melanin, your brain's on the pavement.
These niggas talking thinking security gon' save them, nobody gon' sleep when homicide pay up.
They're looking at 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 getting no sleep.
You better get used to it, you know how we do it.
Shady out the mouth in a scope and G-Unit.
We got action, we [Bm] can do it.
Show our favorites, [C#] we're too close.
G-Unit, G-Unit.
[F#m] Man, I told y'all my first straight joint, I am loco.
Better than So-So, games in the Choco.
This means a no-no, I perfected the slow flow.
In D.C. they dance to Go-Go, in L.A. they ride on Lolos.
G-Unit in the house, oh no, you ain't ready, it's heavy.
65 city, old school rollin', I'm holdin'.
20 inches spinning from the beginning, we winning.
G-Unit mastermindin', [C#] we pimpin', we [F#m] not pretending.
Drop top, clock cock, ready for the drama.
Pistol pop, top 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 bitches break regardless, I'm proper Raja's spotter.
Flick after flick, same old shit that I kick.
We got action where [Bm] you don't.
Show off presence where [C#] you won't.
G-Unit, G-Unit.
[F#m] Guess who's back, motherfucker, a 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 them fit.
Your hunnits 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.
Common 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't afford a curse.
G-Unit is popping and we performing all the clubs.
Niggas be shoving and pushing and someone is squishing.
Surprise, just 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 can bring them texts with me.
I gotta focus, I'm getting older.
You niggas ain't getting older.
G-Net.
We got action where [Bm] you go.
Our favorite's where [C#] you go.
G-Unit.
G-Unit.
G
[F#m]-Unit.
Key:
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Bm
F#m
C#
Bm
F#m
C#
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, yo, what, Jesus, Nick, ha ha.
_ _ _ _ Vacate your home, I come to break your bones, America's nightmare, we at it again.
A desert eagle and a black Mac-10, they'll never know what happened when we come through.
Them cowards don't own none, they screaming that they murderers, but walking with no gun.
Come here, nigga, 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 melanin, your brain's on the pavement.
These niggas talking thinking security gon' save them, nobody gon' sleep when homicide pay up.
They're looking at 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 getting no sleep.
You better get used to it, you know how we do it.
Shady out the mouth in a scope and G-Unit.
We got action, we [Bm] can do it.
Show our favorites, [C#] we're too close.
G-Unit, G-Unit. _ _
[F#m] Man, I told y'all my first straight joint, I am loco.
Better than So-So, games in the Choco.
This means a no-no, I perfected the slow flow.
In D.C. they dance to Go-Go, in L.A. they ride on Lolos.
G-Unit in the house, oh no, you ain't ready, it's heavy.
65 city, old school rollin', I'm holdin'.
20 inches spinning from the beginning, we winning.
G-Unit mastermindin', [C#] we pimpin', we [F#m] not pretending.
Drop top, clock cock, ready for the drama.
Pistol pop, top 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 bitches break regardless, I'm proper Raja's spotter.
Flick after flick, same old shit that I kick.
_ We got action where [Bm] you don't.
Show off presence where [C#] you won't.
G-Unit, G-Unit. _ _
[F#m] _ Guess who's back, motherfucker, a 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 them fit.
Your hunnits 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.
Common 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't afford a curse.
G-Unit is popping and we performing all the clubs.
Niggas be shoving and pushing and someone is squishing.
Surprise, just 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 can bring them texts with me.
I gotta focus, I'm getting older.
You niggas ain't getting older.
G-Net.
We got action where [Bm] you go.
Our favorite's where [C#] you go.
G-Unit.
G-Unit.
G _
[F#m]-Unit. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, yo, what, Jesus, Nick, ha ha.
_ _ _ _ Vacate your home, I come to break your bones, America's nightmare, we at it again.
A desert eagle and a black Mac-10, they'll never know what happened when we come through.
Them cowards don't own none, they screaming that they murderers, but walking with no gun.
Come here, nigga, 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 melanin, your brain's on the pavement.
These niggas talking thinking security gon' save them, nobody gon' sleep when homicide pay up.
They're looking at 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 getting no sleep.
You better get used to it, you know how we do it.
Shady out the mouth in a scope and G-Unit.
We got action, we [Bm] can do it.
Show our favorites, [C#] we're too close.
G-Unit, G-Unit. _ _
[F#m] Man, I told y'all my first straight joint, I am loco.
Better than So-So, games in the Choco.
This means a no-no, I perfected the slow flow.
In D.C. they dance to Go-Go, in L.A. they ride on Lolos.
G-Unit in the house, oh no, you ain't ready, it's heavy.
65 city, old school rollin', I'm holdin'.
20 inches spinning from the beginning, we winning.
G-Unit mastermindin', [C#] we pimpin', we [F#m] not pretending.
Drop top, clock cock, ready for the drama.
Pistol pop, top 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 bitches break regardless, I'm proper Raja's spotter.
Flick after flick, same old shit that I kick.
_ We got action where [Bm] you don't.
Show off presence where [C#] you won't.
G-Unit, G-Unit. _ _
[F#m] _ Guess who's back, motherfucker, a 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 them fit.
Your hunnits 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.
Common 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't afford a curse.
G-Unit is popping and we performing all the clubs.
Niggas be shoving and pushing and someone is squishing.
Surprise, just 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 can bring them texts with me.
I gotta focus, I'm getting older.
You niggas ain't getting older.
G-Net.
We got action where [Bm] you go.
Our favorite's where [C#] you go.
G-Unit.
G-Unit.
G _
[F#m]-Unit. _ _ _ _ _ _
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