| General I salute you |
| I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you |
| It ain’t nothin' cause loyalty’s what I’m used to |
| And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do |
| Nigga we’ll kill you |
| I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines |
| Take it to the streets nigga mothafucker punch line |
| It only take one time for you to send a death threat |
| And watch these bullets have that ass singin' like Keith Sweat |
| You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes |
| And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy |
| Bustin' shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war |
| No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy |
| Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team |
| Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean |
| Take cover, we comin' pullin' pins out of grenades |
| You won’t make it to the General without gettin' sprayed |
| Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend |
| Only time he come out to put holes in grown men |
| You can send your troops and get 'em all blown back |
| Walk up on 'em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that |
| Look nigga, I suggest you go home |
| Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya |
| Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher |
| Stand alone, provide my own supper |
| Tell ya baby momma stop comin' around here or I’m gon' fuck her |
| We’ll try to take up for them lames around you |
| He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you |
| I’m on the road blowin' grade A haze and brown |
| Got niggas runnin' like the KKK’s around |
| My album’s comin', a new year’s approachin' |
| My buzz gettin' bigger, a few ears is open |
| Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach 'em |
| There’s a very fine line between a boo and a ocean |
| Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where the big head bounce |
| And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce |
| These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest |
| Cause all you gotta do is just say yes |
| G-Unit's like the Firm |
| Cause you can get in, you can’t get out |
| This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin' |
| We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other |
| Now we’re laid back, now we doin' us, we live it up |
| 50 got us right, got us kicked up right now |