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G-Unit is a rap group consisting of 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, and Young Buck, along with several affiliated artists. The group’s main musical styling is based around East Coast hip hop. The group originally had three members : 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, and Tony Yayo. Young Buck joined the group after Tony Yayo was arrested due to an outstanding warrant. Yayo rejoined the group after his release from prison, officially making the group a foursome.
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G-Unit Wallpapers, by Biggie Outlawz [2008-04-12 04:52:23]

Yo !Yo !Yo !Yo !Yo ! G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G rulz man, I luv all da G. Unit especially Young Buck Men.... He is soooooooooo cool. I like his clothing,Songs and everything

G-Unit Wallpapers, by patrick [2008-04-04 23:19:56]

g-g-g-g-g- unit...u da best 50 and all da g unit rappers....fuck all da haters

G-Unit Wallpapers, by tashee [2007-11-07 20:39:04]

50 man if u were hea rite now u woulnt have no idea what i would do ?...i really like ur lil click so keep on doin what ur doin it really workin

G-Unit Wallpapers, by marlen [2007-10-10 18:47:44]

G - UNIT IS BAD ASSS NIGA

GGGGGGG U KNOW WUT IT IS NI99A, by realtalk [2006-10-02 19:43:50]

g-unit is da clique real niggaz not like da pussy back staba game game’s just suck my dick 50 should have give him a sky mask make him eat some shells... he’s a bitch game got a little bastard (his son) is girl left him 4 a real ni99a n this litlle crap he caries around is da seed of his ex girl one nigth yo yuck mouth kill da game yo

gg gg gg gg g-unit mo.fockaz

50 cent #1 fan, by mark [2006-09-30 14:27:11]

yall cant be a bigger fan dan me iv gone to 50s concerts over in th uk i got everything from posters to clothes to jewlery to the music iv listened to 50 n g-unit since they started i hope to meet 50 1 day 50 my idol man so all u g-unit hater ya fuk ya self

( ggggggggg-unit)

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by Hassan [2006-09-12 08:00:00]

50 cent i like your new music 50 cent feat tony yayo-my toy soldier you are best you are king why take police you-Lamburghini.

Big Fan, by G-Unit Soldier [2006-08-08 09:51:06]

Yo , im one of ur big fans I like everything in ya, music, clothes . . . I live in Finland , its far away from ya but im waiting for ya here.

Garry, by garrry [2006-07-30 02:03:45]

G-unit is da best an at da end of the day yeah 50 n all dem stuk dere necks out the game n he jus stupid 4 not stikin init 50 safe g-unit i like ya music n u need 2 do another concert again

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by [2006-07-21 16:53:49]

s ?ldrande young buck

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by halem2000 [2006-07-20 21:36:22]

halge.com !!! its rules !!

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by halem2000 [2006-07-20 21:30:41]

gunot :S helo mobb deep is my name !

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by [2006-07-17 05:44:21]

mc d come cpt i’ll beat thashit out yo punk ass GGGGGGG-UNOT BLACK WALL 4 LIFE STOP SNITCHIN NIGGA IT AINT COO

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by [2006-07-15 08:44:09]

Nigga fuck them bitch ass niggas bunch of pussy ass bitches nigga you ain’t even in da hood anymore 50 i’m from southside jamica queens nigga 4 life nigga fitty come to da hood nigga you get smack

GGGGGGGGGG-UNOT

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by MC D [2006-07-13 15:20:04]

yo Yo whaz up ?

Fifty phat respect for you man ! g-g-g- unit !!!!!!!!

Yo ey Fifty "you can find me in da club, bottle full of bud"

yeah yeah g-unit !!!!!!!!

for life !!!!

muthaphuckaz !!!!!!

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by Brian Mc .. [2006-06-10 05:30:27]

G Gi G Gi G-Unit Unit :D Im Brian from Scotland 50 cent i find himmm amazing em i seen a comment there about how most of the bullets 50 cent got shot with were blanks is this true :- ? .. ? Add me to msn and give me info if the bullets were blanks :O

G-Unit .. \ :D/

Maca ..

* * G-Unit THE BE$T , by G-UNIT SOULJA [2006-06-09 23:14:27]

THE GAYME is suck FAGGOT BITCH ASS NIGGA MOTHER FUCKER HE IS SUCH A PUSSY WITHE OUT G-UNIT THE GAYME IS UNKOW RAPPER

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT 50 cent is the BE$T RAPPER ;)

> G-Unit , by 50 cent yayo lloyd buck [2006-05-19 21:47:42]

GGG ggg GGG ggg GGG ggg GGG g-=uniT THe GAYM suck my dick hes a faggot and should die nigga going to get shot his music sucksmotha fucka GG Gunit who ever hates gunit can suck my dick the is Gunit dick lick GG gunit GG gunit game got his own shoe Nigga that shit ant going to sell nigga fuck u GAYM GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Gunit GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Gunit

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by "тнυg тяιкѕ" [2006-05-14 18:31:38]

do ya’ll ppl kno wen 50 got shot onli 2 ov da motherfuckin bullets were real da 1 in his hand n 1 in his bak an all da rest were blanks an he had 45 or more ppl behind im ye all dressed in blue da fuckin police an how the fuck did he earn hes "RESPECT" he aint got non 4 im self the fake ars nigga he put is own boiz behind barz 2 save is own ars wat a sad fuckin cunt if dat waz me i wud b behind barz wiv ma boiz 2 da end

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by PlayBoy Typsy [2006-05-13 17:45:09]

Yo 50 in 6 yearz time i’mm gonna become just like u i’m gonna say the same things you said on the track window shopper " the top feel so much "and 50 i might even see in the club and since game left g-unit i smell pussy LoLz if yo wanna halla email shady_recordz@hotmail.com

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by 50 Cent [2006-04-27 19:49:51]

MAN i look fukin hott in my photos thank u NEW YORK

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by StRaIgHt GoRILa*** [2006-04-26 06:52:17]

Again its me !!! I just have one more thing to say... The Game !!!Shit they really are a game,a lame motherfuckin game for pussies like those niggaz !!!fuck all assholes tryin to diss a straight Gang like g-unit you all could give me a blow, suck on my nine game fuckers !!!you assholes are black but how come so motherfuckin wack ?Like those new shoes from the Game (hurricane)what son of a bitch tries to sell that piece of lame shit ?My wack cousin bught a pair of those MADE IN SHITLAND shoes , he puts them on and they start to fall apart !!!This is a cool dream I had... I dreamed that the game would be on a train to south side New York And on the way the train gets hijacked by G units EMPIRE !!!And all the empire kills the un straight,dick sucking,shithead bastard motherfuckers and the empire hangs their fagged lookin faces In the g unit records building.... that shit is up to 50 and his empire go 50 you could take those GAME MILFS DOWN !!!!

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by Tina [2006-04-05 08:52:36]

50 RULZ, HIP-HOP & RAP 4ever !!! Young Buck is the craziest guy on Earth(in a positive way)... Lloyd Banks is cool,too... I don’t like Tony Yayo much... But 50 is the best, he earned respect... TO G-UNIT FANS : go to my blog : http://gunitsolidier.blog.hr It’s on my homecountry language, but maybe you’ll find it interesting... Ya see, G-unit have fans all the way to Croatia, call me when you get fans from Europe... haha... ALL THE BEST FROM : Tina

> G-Unit Wallpapers, by g_unitsolder [2006-04-01 23:40:14]

NEWS flash for tha G-UNOT solders, nobosy cares bout ya’ll. Game aint shit wit out G-UNIT, the only reason his album sold was cuz of 50. Game saying 50 "Got Rich and Stop Tryin", Game u "Aint Rich, So Stop Lyin’" G,G,G,G-UNIT !!!

THE GAME. YOU PUSSYS CAN SUCK MY DICK. IM GONA KILL YOU ALL., by GG-UNOT [2006-03-15 01:07:52]

My mama took me to Sam Goody’s I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka I fuck with Game

I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They’re my friends Psyche

I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams ’88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT !

[GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips’ll fold ’em, them niggas they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I’m the president, but this ain’t the takeover Now, there’s the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed Why would I wanna do that ? When I’m just the new cat That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground I’m saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I’ll let the lines speak to ’em What they say ? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong thing, I’ma smack ’em silly What you thought ? Them was the only niggas that rapped in Philly ? See them niggas with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly  ??? said Curtis Jack in Philly Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly I forgot my cheese steak, that’s what I told the cops So they wouldn’t get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can’t forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What’s beef ? Beef is when I murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I don’t feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot Ask 50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it’s beef we eat, we win, but we ain’t lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not ! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G’s you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain’t hot top for colors, I’m from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I’m a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I’m like Elvis in there, they can’t believe you dropped Now I’m moving on up to George and Weezy’s spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to niggas when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster’s back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I’m still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain’t about who can rap It’s about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so ? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe We got reservations in heaven, you ready ? Let’s go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I’m a say he hit me first if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that’s the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see niggas running their mouth about what the fuck they gon’ do to me But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping And you gon’ see the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I’m still gon’ shine I’m 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I’m fine Then I go right back, nigga I pop mines How you gon’ drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog I don’t need 50 Cent, my niggas make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot nigga wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that’s the phony NORE You ain’t the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that shit off nigga, go back to PC And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3 I’m airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I’m a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes We was in the studio, when I first got signed He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines That’s the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes All he gon’ tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad cuz I ain’t wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne ? He freestyled from the pen, that’s just the fact Said he’d put you with your mom, and you ain’t fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain’t never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn’t trust those cats I’d kill ’em all, if I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It’s the reason niggas saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It’s the reason niggas saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It’s the reason niggas saying my name like Mike Jones I said The underground is mine, I treat it like home It’s the reason niggas saying my name like Mike Jones And I’m far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave ’em a hundred bars, they ain’t think I could do it Came with two hundred, nigga this is more than music Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin And I beef with any nigga, say my name muthafuck I’m gunnin’ You can put it on skee if you want it I’ll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid We gon’ see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs Don’t hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50’s police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops Or broad day in L.A., I’ma tell Em and Dre This nigga bootlegging my music, ain’t nothing for him to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I’ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off niggas on them CD’s and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you’d run and go get him a cheese cake Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay Not the instant replay I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only feel your shit just a lil bit niggas only feel your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings Take my advice, never wear air max for the dames Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf So he gave me all his hits, you should’ve kept them for yourself nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I’m blasting your ass to the last one Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum Gun smoking, Fase think I’m locin’ backing up Reverse the ’05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass ’em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in ’em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I’m Mr. Ol’ King, that New York cab Who’s this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga ? Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, nigga He ain’t Nas, ain’t B.I.G., ain’t Jigga If he ain’t Cube or Pac then who you got ? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I’ll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain’t 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop C’mon man, what happened to the thug ? Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing So fuck making friends now I’m into throwing slugs Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go nigga I’ll smack that ho like I’m Jackie-O Cuz I don’t wanna be cool, I don’t wanna be you I don’t wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don’t want you on my hooks, don’t wanna be in your group Just wanna sit here and wait To be gone, so I can head back to the block Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted Pull the brim low, if they don’t get it Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it Four times platinum, I done been there and did it Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it They say the Lord giveth, if Lord take it away So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I’ll wait for the day niggas hating on me, they don’t want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain’t no subliminal Jay The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay Cuz I’m a cold nigga when I put the pen to the page Similar to them shells going into my gauge I hand ’em off to Dre, he turned them into grenades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I’m Kanye West Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can’t break ’em And the flow is hot like that wit Satan And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons The hotter I get the more willing to snake ’em So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take ’em Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars When Game in the house, they callin all cars Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C. Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50 Now tell me do he got a conscience ? I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn’t be involved in this nonsense Wouldn’t be in Harlem, wouldn’t be at this conference I’d rather be pushing rock, like Samantha Rodman 50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding We ain’t friends, I’m just acting like Charles Bronson Middle finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I’m the convict What happened to the old school ? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common Now that ain’t common, it’s more like Top Ramen The flow is news, I throw it up like vomit And I still shine like diamonds They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It’s still Aftermath, two feet in the pention I be mad, I ain’t, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because I’m in the hood politican, Impala liftin And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim Chip on my shoulder like I’m fresh outta prison Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing Then re-up like kid before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source Feel me ? If not then I guess you gotta kill me But you ain’t gon’ do that so muthafucka move back While I do B.I.G. and ’Pac impersonations on two tracks When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats We miss ya’ll, can I get a hand clap ? Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped ? On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP They won’t know which hole to patch up, when the ??? clap I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it’s time for payback It go, how you from Cashville but you ain’t got no cash nigga ? Say my name now that’s your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47 This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereo Prepare for burial, it’s when I’m reincarnating Harry-O And you don’t want that David cuz you love your life Get my Vibe, when it’s war he pull out butter knifes Muthafucka I’ma show you who the gangsta All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta ? When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the N-O 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for Yayo You a bitch, and that’s hard to swallow And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago I call my nigga Jojo to get it back He had the shit in his hands, and you ain’t had the ten stacks Picture that, I thought we was G-Unit Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain’t hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine Take one shot of Brandy and pop Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops And Olivia, I mean for a man she hot Now I’m running out of breath, like I just beat boxed Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock Don’t worry about the flow, the boy know he hot Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reeboks I’m fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new ’Pac, I need three spots 280 in, ain’t no getting me back I’m yelling fuck the world, on my victory lap Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek Now it’s whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef ? Now whenever muthafucka, who wanna see me ? In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace You don’t want war nigga, you want peace So give ’em the peace, capiche ? Let ’em rest in peace From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I’m boxing with Satan And I slipped ’em the ace, so you cannot replace ’em If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in Got the weight of the world on my shoulder Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over I’m gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone