[Intro: Big Tyga]
Yeah, G-Unit
Big Tyga
DJ Sense
Y'all already know how it go
Here it go
How it go
Here it go
Let me do my thing, sometimes I lay low
Got my man Lloyd Banks and my man Tony Yayo
G-Unit, album Hunger for More
You can pick it in the store
Some day as the BET Awards
Yes indeed, 2-20
Knife, Big Tyga come through
Cut you with a knife
Off the top, keep it hot
What I gotta do
And pass it to my man Lloyd Banks
And step through


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Aye yo, come on my flow's insane
For you to win you need lucky charms and leprechauns and Lil Flip chain
My piece caught the eye of ya bimbo
'Cause it look like the view of the city out a airplane window
And all that frontin' is bad for your health
And you ain't got no yacht, you got a boat you've gotta' paddle yourself
And I'm hip about hepes, that's why I don't ride without a helmet
'Cause hoes'll have you pissin' out peppers
When Yayo hit the bricks, he ran and got the six
With the bulletproof coat, size 22 kicks
I'm plannin' new trips cause my money do flips
In and out of menages my honey screw chicks
I got a couple haters, a hundred new bricks
They babblin' and leashin' everyone of you chicks
Aye yo, all you missin' is the switch
A pair of fake tits and the colorin' on your lips
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yo I got the game mastered, my life is made
I'm like the big joker little joker, deuce of spade
Homie, mama used to dry clothes on the clothesline
Now the kid rich with his own clothesline
F po 9 I got hit at the board
So when my baby was born I couldn't cut the cord
I give a rapper two days just to live in my shoes
Feel my pain, my emotion, my tears, and jewels
I meet them chicks on the yacht while I'm takin' a cruise
All them chicks in the spot choppin' 62's
Yo I'm primetime like Superbowl halftime
You can catch me off shores with a diva or dime
Got the [?] on like Queens in 89
I pulverize a city along the racial line
Gangster, dawg, all I do praise the Lord
My ruger is rubber, I'm dangerous
I'm loosin' for rubber come on

[Chorus: Big Tyga]
Y'all tryna stunt
Yo money, come on
Look all the jewelery in here
We cut the AC on
Little frigid in here
With a, all in sight
It's Big Tyga together with Banks
And you know we nice
It's going down [?]
June 29th, the album in stores
Yes it's called Hunger for More
G-Unit, Big Tyga, Basement booth for sure
We gonna keep it going
Yo Banks, give me more
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Aye yo, The Mixtape Champion and I rap the city
Now I'm on T.V more than Janet Jackson's titties
You put a lot hard work in, that's a pity
So if you got somethin' to say, fax it to me
I got G-Unit dickies, G-Unit velours, G-Unit tank tops, G-Unit draws
Now this product movin' out to G-Unit stores
And the indoor pool, got a G-Unit floor
When you hot they like to screw you
But remember, I got more control over your life than you do
I send 'em, redheads all up in ya denim
Everybody got a vest so I'm aimin' for ya lemon

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The 'T' stands for Terrible the 'O' stands for Only
Add 'N'Y' and it'll spell out Tony
Don't fuck me homey
Yo I never been a stocky cat
Bend you for your cigarettes and turn into a party pack
I hardly rap in battles in wrote...