Set pace; bump it; and tune it.
Cultivate it day and night and groom it.
G-Unit. G-Unit.
Take a picture blow it up and zoom it.
Telly every mother in the room it.
G-Unit, G-Unit...
Moment faster than a second.
But this clock is on the time.
And ya'll be trippin 'till ya'll walk on this line.
G-Unit, stepping,
Tune it in time.
That bush, I prune it.
I walk on that line.
G-Unit balance in the flex of the mind.
Now tune it gentle 'till the bump come, grind.
Tell every room it, that it G-Unit time.
G-Unit, steppin,' wit a new dance, mine.
Then bump it off and step it back to ya pace.
But keep it up ya'll.
Come wit it, thrive.
G-Unit, crackin', like the side walk, live.
Now keep it comin', but like all it fa ya's.
I keep it steppin. But I do back pace.
Here's one for all ya'll.
Call the boogy down, pace...