G-Unit Crip - The Game

Aye 50, get them niggas some iced out badges to go with them used cars you

bought 'em nigga

I am the West Coast nigga, and ain’t shit that can change that, hahahaha

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Nigga’s runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Nigga’s runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot

You niggas ain’t crips, you niggas ain’t bloods

You just little G-Unit run around thugs

You niggas ain’t crips, you niggas ain’t bloods

You just little G-Unit run around thugs

Yeah nigga I’m loco but not like loco

Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold

Red spokes on my low low, oh no

Nigga call the po po, Game got a fo fo

Guns by the boatload, niggas rappin so so

Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang

Whats a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang

A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain

Now he running with the po po, nigga even BO know

50 starts singing like KC and JoJo

Catch me slippin nigga I hope so

You wanna go to war, we can do it on both coasts

What’s up cuz, what’s up blood

What’s up cuz, what’s up wankstas

What’s up cuz, what’s up blood

What’s up cuz, what’s up wankstas

We loadin up clips, handin out slugs

Out the 645 sittin on dubs

With some real crips, and some real bloods

I ain’t with the bullshit, nigga easy up

I ain’t with the bullshit, nigga easy up

High in the air, got the wrist freeze up

Same nigga that don’t bang

But you could back ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame

While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain

They say we movin like an organized street gang

All hues of blue, all shades of flame

New west coast we doin the damn thang

This year we make power moves

With O.G.'s that been home, niggas still bathe in their shower shoes

Grown full, I never move how a coward move

Never heard of defeat bitch, I don’t know how to lose

Thought it would end, but it seems we ain’t done

Boy wagin war on the coast he ain’t from

Tryin to pit niggas against us, cancel Christmas

It’ll be a lot of sense ???

(Chorus — The Game)

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Nigga’s runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops

Nigga’s runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot

You niggas ain’t crips, you niggas ain’t bloods

You just little G-Unit run around thugs

You niggas ain’t crips, you niggas ain’t bloods

You just little G-Unit run around thugs

See Game in the streets, see Game with his chain hangin

Hood tatted on his neck, nigga I’m gangbangin

Blood, this is Piru, nigga I told y’all

Time for the roll call, homies come in handy

Taeda and Row from Mafia, Big-Y from the Family

BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that’s Keda Roc

Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block

Don’t fuck with me homies, I know Joker from T-Flats

Downer from the 18th Streets let the heat clap

Tray Dee from Insane, Bg Woody from Nutty Block

Main Streets got Dell-Dogg, Wood, and Stutter Box

Got this motherfucker locked, try to move how I do

Might run into Wacko from West Side Piru

K-Dog, and T-Money, Mansfield Thugs

2-Ts and Du-Dog from Bounty Hunter Bloods

Magic from Avalon, Twin from Santana

Bird from Hoover know for the Orange Bandana

Rick James from Fruit Town, Bam in the Denver Lanes

Big-T, East Coast Crip Gang

Big Fish from 1−9, DUB C from 1−11

Big Sharp from Playboy, J-Box from 9−7

Candy Man from Swans, Steve from PJ Watts

You call 'em G-Unit Crips, I call 'em cops

What’s up cuz, what’s up blood

What’s up cuz, what’s up wankstas

What’s up cuz, what’s up blood

What’s up cuz, what’s up wankstas