G-Unit Killer (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac & Black Child]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh sh*t
Caught that n*gga alone
Uh huh
Ay uh
This one here is ah
For them n*ggas that be Johnny Dangerous when they be f*ckin' fifty deep
Yeah
But they be f*ckin' cowards when they by they self
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout (Word to God)
THE GAY UNIT!
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout, that's right
Faggot motherf*ckers, it's murda

[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
That's right (uh-huh) on the east side (yea, uh huh)
On west side, (yea) let's ride (yea) it's yo life
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squеaler
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Evеry time I see you cats your rollin' in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why he don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep
But when you on that solo creep
Out on the streets you don't hear a peep
n*gga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent (The G-Unit) play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin' in the casket
How long will it last, n*gga don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryna be the first to see some cash
My sh*t's classic, like my n*gga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
n*ggas aimin' at my head but I still wear my vest (yes)
I don't give a f*ck motherf*ckers I'm loc
They all duckin' when my gun smoke
[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
That's right on the east side
On west side, let's ride it's yo life
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squealer
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
Who 50 Cent
Lil boy Banks
Tony mayo
I'm somethin' y'all n*ggas ain't
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
Who the task force
Or the FBI
Let ask you n*gga
You really ready to die?

[Verse 2: Black Child]
Now e'rybody wan' do songs wit Big
If he was alive he wouldn't do songs wit a snitch
He a have Gutter kidnap your kids
f*ck 'em in the ass and throw 'em over the bridge
That's how it is, gats don't have to bust
Cremate you and smoke your ashes splashed with dust
Murder Inc. n*gga
That's what's up
And ain't nuttin' poppin' off after us
n*gga say we gon' murk 50 how?
He probably ridin' around wit police right now
5 dime Gravano and Donnie Brasco of rap
The only n*gga wit a felon and a legal gat
pus*y, this is desert eagle rap
Wherever I see you, I'ma leave you at
Ashes to ashes, in gats we trust
And tell your backup "stop harassin' us"
[Chorus: Black Child & 2Pac]
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
That's right on the east side
On west side, let's ride it's yo life
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
You ain't the realest, you's a squealer
I'ma guerilla, G-Unit killer my nilla
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
Who 50 Cent
Lil boy Banks
Tony mayo
I'm somethin' y'all n*ggas ain't
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys
Who the task force
Or the FBI
Let ask you n*gga
You really ready to die?

[Outro: Black Child]
Motherf*cker
Word to God
n*gga
Why when sumthin' happen police run and they wan' protect you
All the n*ggas battlin' and all the n*ggas beefin'
They wan' offer you protection n*gga
f*ck is goin' on
Then you get shot and you go recruit
Little kids and sh*t, start givin' little kids guns and sh*t
n*ggas killin' off they self man, you's a f*ckin' clown man
You ain't sh*t without your homeboys dog
FBI
The one thirteen
The one o third
You know all them f*ckin' cops you roll wit
Five-O
You know police wan' be famous
It's murda