Текст песни The Gang

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yea

I ain't even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. F**kin kiddin me I run New York.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2

Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man

You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man

You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang

Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

They say ima trouble maker, ima waste of shit right

Keep my strap on me niggas front ima get right

I dont care if its broad day, or its night

Im out on bail money and my lawer fees i be alright

I aint no pussy I aint no punk niggas know bout me

And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see

I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low key

'cause every gangsta in the hood f**kin listen to me

And if I say im in my Bentley you could picture me rollen

But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen

My dirty ass clean now, Im fresh out the hood

If you mad 'cause i aint hookin your ass up den good

Niggas aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me

Next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me

I dont play no games homie, I keep that thang on me

I lay a bitch nigga down

[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2

Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man

You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man

You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang

Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

This is Benzes, BM's and Bentley's, back to back, when we come through

Palmer's, Rangers, Denali's, Escalades you know how we do, G-UNIT!

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

You f**kin right a nigga still in the hood call me

they say that the feds want me

but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie

pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop

then slide in another clip burnin down the block

you dont know who you f**kin with until you get shot

see buck is on some other shit

I keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a bitch

[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2

Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man

You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man

You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thangG-Unit - The Gang - http://ru.motolyrics.com/g-unit/the-gang-lyrics.html

Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]

Now tell these niggas to make room, clear the path

Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half

For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab stabbin a bitch

Licken her out then im kickin her out

I gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample im givin out

Once they get a taste they gon be waitin out

Forget about these other new rappers they can move past us

Get down and dirty like used ratches, and my crew flashes

You gon be f**ked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up

848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova homie its rays time

You ready here it come, when I appear they run

And you dont hear from the niggas till the coast is clear

The east coast is where I rest

But I be out west, getting love from them sets, them Mexicans and Samoans

So I dont need to check your resume, doggy im knowin

[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2

Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man

You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man

You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang

Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

Beam on the mac, will put wings on ya back

How ya ass gonn' walk when ya leg detached

Yo the game changed, lil niggas run the streets yo

The black panther nigga down like dee-bo

My curfew at 9, im low for my P.O

We pop up at 12 just to search the condo

G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard

So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]

I only been in the game for a year it aint changed

but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range

I be valid till im guilty, yea they call me slitherin

Them cowards should of killed me, im powerful and filthy

So niggas say sorry, before I let them Goons loose

And send ya ass home wit the rims like prune juice

Im New York's prince, Bent like tints

Signed wit 50, i been in da benz brand since

[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2

Yall niggas know me, 'cause I do my thang man

You look you gonn' see, G-Unit's my gang man

You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang

Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man