Released on February 4, 2008

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It's the Unit

You gotta know how we do it


[50 Cent]

(Hook)

I Put the seat back when we rolling

I Let the system thump when we coasting

I had the tre pound with me cock

Run up on me get Shot

In the street like a dog

Niggas say they know me

I don't know them

They say we came up together

I don't owe them

A motherfucking thing

I'll Make you hot

Run up on me get Shot

In the street like a dog


[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

A nigga try smoke me

I'm gone smoke him

When I say I'm all in

I mean I'm all in

Nigga you blink shell cases just fall in

You fucking with the police?

Well you better call em'

Cause I'm a reload my shit

And come right back

You know different day

Same shit with the same strap

Me I gotta get it

I gotta get my bread

I pin a bitch a freak

Huh, She got to give me head

I got a reputation

I stay with the burner

I call it putting work in

The D's call it murder

So half and half with my cold D

We only got one pill

It's one pistol, one target, one shot, one kill

(Hook)


[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

I'm a beast,*boss*, gangster, goon

Grab my knife, my gun, my vest

It's on

Lay a nigga on his lawn

Versace style

Got my 44 alone in my Versace now

Hold my foot kilos

Switch cars trying to b-low

I touch more Dior

Then got a line away

I shooting windows, doors and parked cars

80 grand on your head, OH GOD

Tripod in the arnarge

It's so hard

I can charge it on the gold card or black card

I'm a be in Italy when they pop your noodles

Nigga 7 star shit eating lobster strudels

(Hook)


[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Hopping out of something foreign

Bumping oreen

I'm B, I'm not the one for sparing

I'll gun your car in

Watch the game at the garden

Next to Martin

Here to spite me barking, he's sleep walking

I'm hollow tilting, Champagne bottles open

Chronic smoking

Even the models groping

My pockets pocking

The games sick, I'm the potion

I be proofing

And I flow like the ocean

Machines make movies

You can be the poster

You're Over

I'll tell the media your mediocre

I push your big body

You're riding in the mini-vans

I fuck like Will

And smoke like the Indians

(Hook)