George Frideric Handel: Ode for the Birthday of Queen Anne -- United nations shall combine

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Yea, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buc GGGGG-UNIT HAHA (Young Buc)Verse 1 Vacate your home i come to break your bones i mans worse nightmare we at it again a desert eagle and a black mac 10 they never know what happened when we come through them cowards dont want none They screamin if the murder us for walking with no gunz come with me but don't run and die where you're standing see i'm holding on this cannon and your life i'm demanding put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement these niggaz is talkin' thinkin security gon' save em' (ha) nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit look you right in the eyes and tell you 'we don't know who did it' corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police the feinds up all night and the neighobrs gettin no sleep you better get used to it you know how we do it Shady Aftermath interscope and G-UNIT Chorus (GIRL) we got action were you don't show up places were u won't G-Unit, (50 Cent) G-G-G-G, G-Unit (50 Cent) verse 2 man i told you on my first Dre. joint i am loco better than soso games in the choke hold disney's is a no no i perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo G-Unit in the house oh no you aint ready its heavy 65' chevy old school rollin im holin 20 inches spinnin from ther beginin' we winnin' Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' drop top glock cock ready for the drama pistols pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's non-stop make it hot we on top regardless you can be the hardest we'll just be the smartest i warned you not to start us we not your average artist my bitch is like a goddess when papparazzi spotters cause flick after flick same old shit that i kick HAHA Chorus (Lloyd banks) verse 3 guess who's back mother fucka gun in the clip ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip you can try anyone of my shoes on none of them fit Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter all i need some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit and i'll be back with a hit i'm that sick who the hell you thought it was i got expensive habits i cant afford it cuz G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs niggaz be shovin and pushin adn some one is gushin surprise shes givin up the buns on the cushion sweatin and screamin suckin me off the rest of the evening and im leavin on to the next city stash box in the bus so i can bring the tex wit me i gotta go cuz im gettin over you niggaz aint over G-Unit Chorus (music slowly fades)