Y’all n*ggas Aint f*ckin Wit Us lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Game
G-G-G-G, G-G-G, G Unit!

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
See I'm a city boy, man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man y'all n*ggas y'all know what I'm about
I'm 'bout my money mane, I'm on a paper chase
I have doc tying your face like a shoelace
See I don't play no games, I cut you up mane
I get tired of hearing you talk, I'll f*ck you up mane
You see me in the club, you know a n*gga strapped
Picture me partying, playing games without my gat

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
They say the club is a death trap (Why)
'Cause n*ggas be beefin and they be thinkin it's cool so they be right where they be left at (Yeah!)
Wonder why I dress black?
'Cause ain't no tellin' where I gotta bust this Tec at (Blah)
That click clack mean get back or get hit
Them n*ggas tried to rob me but they ain't get sh*t (Ah ha)
I'm quick with the four five, n*gga take that
Then call Game tell him "scoop me in the Maybach"
G Unit!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n*ggas ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
G Unit!
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
It's 2004
New pound in the draw
Blue powder Azzure with jewels outta the store, the flashy playboy fools try to ignore
Y'all gon' make me build a pool outta the floor
Before you come actin' wild
Ask Saddamm for advice 'cause you gon' be in the ground for awhile now
My weed is exotic, f*ck all the basics
Purple haze got my ass stuck in the matrix

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n*ggas ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
G Unit!

[Verse 4: The Game]
When I'm in M. I. A. I'm with my Haitian crew
Any beef with G Unit n*ggas'll eat you like Jamaican food
A year ago I was makin' moves
The closet I ever been to NY was Krush Groove
Now I walk through Manhattan
Pants saggin', me and Sha Money tryna get 50 to put on a pair of khakis
We f*ckin n*ggas up from Compton to Queens
Write what you want you still can't sell your magazine, b*tch
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Y'all n*ggas ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
Homie
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us (Nah)
Y'all ain't f*ckin with us
G Unit!

[Outro: The Game & Young Buck]
It's a price on ya head motherf*cka
And n*gga I'm here to Goddamit take the hit
50 what you want me to do n*gga? let's ride
n*gga only worth a buck anyway, I kill him for a dollar
It's all hood
Game you in the game here come the riches and the b*tches and the fame my n*gga
I see you in the streets I'll knock your b*tch ass out
G Unit n*gga and Yayo home, b*tch
G-G-G-G, G-G, G Unit!