Your Not Ready Lyrics - God's Plan (with 50 Cent) - G-unit

[50 Cent] 

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... 

G G G G G-Unit! Haha! 

[Young Buc] 

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones 

Americas nightmare we at it again 

A desert eagle and a black mack 10 

And neva know what happend 

When we come through them cowards dont want none 

They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns 

Come with me but dont run and die where your standin' 

See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin' 

Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement 

These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them 

Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit 

Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it" 

Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police 

The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep 

You betta get used to it you know how we do it 

Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit. 

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[Chorus] 

We got action when you don't 

Show our faces when you won't 

G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit 

[50 Cent] 

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco 

Betta than soso the games in the choke hold 

Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow 

In D.C. they dance the gogo 

In L.A.they ride on lolo's 

G-Unit in the house, oh no 

You ain't ready it's heavy 

65 chevy 

Old school rollin' im holdin' 

20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin' 

Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin' 

Drop top glock cock ready for the drama 

Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's 

Non-stop make it hot we the top regardless 

You can be the hardest 

We'll just be the smartest 

I warn you not to start us 

We're not you average artist's 

My bitch is like a goddess 

When paparazzi spot us 

Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! 

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[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip 

Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip 

You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit 

Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter 

All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer 

Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit 

I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was 

I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause 

G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs 

Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise 

She's givin' up the buns on her cushion 

Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin' 

And i'm leavin', on to the next city 

Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me 

I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over 

G-U-NIT 

[Chorus]