G-Unit - G-Unit The Gang [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas know me, cause I do my thang mane
You look, you goin' see, G-Unit's my gang mane
You front on me, I pull out the thang thang
And Pop at you bang bang and Blow out your brains mane

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say I'm a trouble maker, I'm always in some shit right
Keep my strap on me, niggas goin' front, I'mma get right
I don't care if it's broad day or it's night
I'm out on bail money and my lawyer fees will be alright
I ain't know pussy or no punk, niggas know 'bout me
And know my flows, know the clothes
I move around it's hard as hell tryin' to be low key
Cause every gangsta in the hood fuckin' listen to me
And if I say I'm in my Bentley you could picture me rollin'
But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen
My dirty ass clean now! - I'm fresh out the hood!
If you mad cause I ain't hookin' your ass up then - GOOD
Niggas ain't neva did a thing for me! Now they wanna hang with me
Next thing you know they got they hands out - when see me
I don't play no games homie
I keep that thang on me! - I lay a bitch-nigga DOWN! [gunshot]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
This is Benzes, BM's
And Bentley's, back to back, when we come through...
Palmer's, Rangers
Denali's, Escalades you know how we do... - G-UUNIT! [gun cocks]

[Verse 2: Young Buck:]
You fuckin' right a nigga still in the hood call me
They say that the Feds want me
But they gotta come and get me
We aim for the head homie. (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Pistol grip pumps
With the rubber grips POP, 'til it stop
Then slide in another clip [gun cocks] burnin' down the BLOCK (POO!)
You don't know who you fuckin with until you get shot [gunshot]
See Buck is on some other shit
I keep a Desert Eagle in my reagle just for a bitch! (BITCH!)

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo:]
Beam on the Mack, will put wings on ya back
How ya ass gon' walk - when ya leg detached! (YEAH!)
Yo the game changed, lil' niggas run the streets yo
The black panther nigga down like Dee-Bo. [gunshot]
My curfew at 9! - I'm low for my P.O! (YEAH!)
We pop up at 12'' just to search the condo! (UH-HUH!)
G-Unit is the gang mayne, niggas go hard! (YEAH!)
So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard! (HERE WE GO NOOW! YEAH)

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks:]
I only been in the game for a year it ain't changed (uh-huh!)
But I'm hot! - Inside ya brains in the rear of the range
I be valid till I'm guilty
Yea they call me slitherin them cowards should of killed me, I'm powerful and filthy
So niggas say: "Sorry! " - Before I let them Goons loose
And send ya ass home with' the rims like Prune Juice [gunshot]
I'm New York's prince! - Bent' like tints
Signed with' 50, I been in da benz brand since

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]