The days be hot.
These days gettin' humid.
Here's one for me.
Here's one from the new kid.

G-Unit... G-Unit...
Take a picture; blow it up; and zoom it.
Telly every speaker in the room it.
Turny up the dial and ya' boom it.
G-Unit... G-Unit...

Yeah, yo, you know they call me Tony, Tony YaYo.
Tank ta fit this track this rocket roll.
Some I need and some are for the soul.
Crank it up and let this unit roll...

Yeah, this room is hot.
Worse sticky, humid.
Lloyd banks, be turn the dial till ya' tune it.
Take a picture; blow it up; and zoom it.
Telly every speaker in the room it.
G-Unit... G-Unit...

Yeah, an hour's like a second in this game.
But I keep rocking sparks until they flame.
Tune it; zoom it; and when you ready boom it.
Telly every speaker in the room it.
G-Unit... G-Unit...

Cumin and Thyme!
True men of honor,
They rip when they rhyme.

G-Unit cool days.
Bring peace ta' da heat.
We bring it new ways.
Ta step wit it, feet.
Da beat we so blaze.
Go street wit it, neat.
If it gets humid,
We cool foe da heat.
G-Unit, blazin'.
We step fa da street.

We cook with cumin.
Throwin' in Thyme.
We men of honor.
We rip when we rhyme.

Some others frontin'.
They stand and they front.
They soon be sittin'.
G-Unit the blunt.

We rock the ladies.
They soul ta day sunt.
G-Unit, smoky.
G-Unit, the blunt.

G-Unit... G-Unit...
Telly every speaker it the room it.
Take a picture; blow it up; and zoom it.
Cultivate it day and night.
And groom it.
G-Unit... G-Unit...

(Skips to rock part:)

Kick it! Burn it!
Lie ta lie we see.
Day ta night we rock it.
And we burn the soul to be.
On MTV...
On MTV...

(Seriously, however, seem to be more haters, and selfish fans on this sight than there should be. Anyway. I be king rapper... But still a bigger fan than all ya'll. And with the work. {Not talking to the ladies}).