Just ***' Around - Lyrics - G-unit

G-Unit is an American hip hop group originating from South Jamaica, Queens, New York, formed by longtime friends and East Coast rappers 50 Cent, Tony Yayo and Lloyd Banks. The group released their debut album Beg for Mercy, in 2003, which went on to sell over 2,000,000 copies in the US and was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America . The album, which followed the success of 50 Cent's major-label debut Get Rich or Die Tryin', served as a platform for Banks, Buck and Yayo to release their respective debut solo albums, The Hunger for More , Straight Outta Cashville and Thoughts of a Predicate Felon . In 2008, the group released their second album TÂ·OÂ·S .

[50 Cent] You can hum all you want to *** all you want to But I ain't gon' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face *** that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE! 50 Cent skip the ***, you ***' tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a *** in the eye Look, don't play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some *** girl... WHAT UP! I don't wanna make love I just wanna *** I'm only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head A'ight Cause I ain't giving you no head, *** Tony, Tony be on that freaky *** My *** Tony give you some *** head though Nada Mean That's why the *** love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard ***! [Beat Changes] [50 Cent] If I make it to heaven I'll probably be in the *** lonely Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me' You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them *** my homies You probably thinking how he get there That *** my coatie The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot That's alright for me *** Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC *** think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin' your head, still shot *** don' died of AIDS You know the dirty *** Wake up in hell *** Fidna *** the same *** DAMN Yeah, who hotta than me, *** AAAAAH The only *** hotter than me Dead already *** I know what you thinkin You thinkin that's it Yeah *** let's just keep it short and sweet You know!