G-Unit was founded shortly after 50 Cent left Columbia Records. The original members were: 50 Cent, Bang Em Smurf, Domination, Lloyd Banks, Sha Money XL & Tony Yayo. These rappers collectively established the group as a whole in 2000; however, after Yayo got a prison sentence 50 Cent signed Young Buck and along with himself and Banks became the three faces of G-Unit. Smurf and Domination left the group due to some problems with the General, 50 Cent.
After being shot, 50 Cent signed to Interscope Records. Due to the success of his commercial debut album, Get Rich or Die Tryin', he was granted his own record label. This was when 50 and Sha Money XL founded G-Unit Records.
The group continued to work hard and released several mixtape series which earned them a lot of attention in the rap industry. The most prominent of these being 50 Cent Is the Future, God's Plan, No Mercy, No Fear and Automatic Gunfire. G-Unit have also started a mixtape series with their DJ, DJ Whoo Kid, called G-Unit Radio.
These mixtapes gave them a gigantic buzz throughout New York City, which eventually led to 50's first solo album Get Rich or Die Tryin' selling over 12 million copies.
Before the group had a chance to record its debut album, Tony Yayo was sentenced to prison for a gun-possession charge as well as bail-jumping. During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, the group signed Nashville rapper, Young Buck. They continued their activity, working on yet more mixtape recordings. In particular, their 'G-Unit Remix' to 50 Cent's "P.I.M.P." was successful.
During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, G-Unit recorded their debut album, Beg for Mercy. The album was quickly released on November 14, 2003 to combat bootlegging and had significant commercial success. Tony Yayo made only two appearances on the album, both on songs that were recorded before his arrest. The album peaked at #2 on the Billboard charts and sold over 4 million units.
50 Cent later went on to sign The Game, Mobb Deep, M.O.P., Olivia, Spider Loc andMase. The Game was asked to be put in the group by Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. 50 Cent agreed, and gave 7 of his records which was supposed to go on his second LP The Massacre. After The Game went on the radio and said that he had no problems with some rappers 50 Cent had issues with, 50 felt that Game was disloyal and kicked him out of the group, which lead to the infamous G-Unit vs. The Game/Black Wallstreet meet and beat off.
Boy Boy
G-Unit Lyrics
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I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga
Know what I'm saying? I'm tough. OG now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
Sore loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth about that shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excusez moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
Free vouch but why they texting 'bout Lizzy body
Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth about that shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
The lyrics of G-Unit's "Boy Boy" describe the toughness and aggression of the singer, comparing their strength and resilience to that of an African child running barefoot in the gullies. The singer boasts of their ability to handle anything that comes their way, particularly in terms of violence and confrontation. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty and betrayal, with the singer warning against cosigning with someone they consider a "yes man" and bragging about their ability to show loyalty to their own.
The second half of the lyrics focus more on the specifics of violent behavior, particularly with references to guns and shooting. The singer warns against getting caught without a "Ruger" (a type of firearm) and boasts of their own skill at handling weapons. The references to specific individuals, such as John Gotti and Ku Klux Klan, add a layer of complexity and cultural references to the song. Overall, the lyrics of "Boy Boy" align with the typical themes found in the gangster rap genre, such as aggression, toughness, and violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Tougher than leather, nigga
I'm a tough guy, stronger than most people.
I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga
I'm so tough that I can run around barefoot in rough conditions like a kid from Africa.
Know what I'm saying? I'm tough. OG now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah
I'm a tough OG and don't mess with me.
Cash rules everything around me
Money is everything to me, and it controls everything around me.
Your music is unenthusiastic
Nobody is excited about your music, and it's boring.
My jewelry glow in the dark
My jewelry is so blingy and flashy that it glows in the dark.
Škorpion from Serbia, catch you in traffic
I have a gun called Škorpion, which I can use to shoot you while you're in traffic.
20-round clip, curved magazine
My gun magazine can hold 20 rounds and is curved in shape.
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
You could die over small incidents because of the dangerous environment I'm in.
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
I'm referencing John Gotti, a famous gangster, and saying that it's easy to make money through illegal means.
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
You won't do anything when the guns start firing.
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
I'm from the south side, and my people are always around or outside, and they're killers.
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
They'll shoot you like the Seattle Seahawks quarterback throws footballs.
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Your man was killed by the Ku Klux Klan, and now he's dead and covered in white bedsheets.
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
He was left in the street with a gun in his hand, implying he was involved in gang violence.
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
Just thinking about coming to our area is dangerous, and could be planning your own death.
And if a nigga cosign that he a 'yes man'
If someone agrees with this idea, they're just trying to please others and don't have their own opinions.
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
I'll shoot someone without hesitation, especially if I'm high.
Sore loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
I'm a sore loser, and I've been robbed in the past during gambling.
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
In this environment, people die often, and it's not considered a significant event.
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
Get ready for gunfire, and use my big female companion as a shield.
Thank you for real
I'm being genuine and thanking someone.
When your mouth about that shooting
If you talk about violence, you'll find out that we've been violent all along.
You find out that we been shooting all along
We've been shooting and involved in violence for a long time.
You get caught without that Ruger
If you don't have a gun when you should, you'll be in trouble.
We put hot shit through you then we gone
We'll shoot you and immediately leave the scene.
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
You better not be caught off guard or vulnerable around me.
You know I get to tripping, boy, boy
You know I'll cause trouble for you if you mess with me.
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Don't let me load up my gun with ammo around you.
My money up when them mills come
I make more money when there are huge profits to be had.
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
I'm referencing famous music industry figures and suggesting they're involved in illegal drug trades.
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Time passes quickly, and I'm now an older gangster with a beautiful woman by my side.
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
My jewelry is so big that even Michael Jordan couldn't hold it, and it shines brightly in the sun.
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
We wrap up bodies in satin, almost as if it's an afterthought, and dispose of them easily.
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
I'm being investigated by the FBI, and they're raiding my house with SWAT teams.
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
We're messing up your bedsheets and taping your doors shut as a form of intimidation and violence.
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
I'm teaching a woman how to do something impossible, implying that I can do the impossible as well.
Excusez moi, French bitches bending over
I see women bending over, and I use a French phrase to imply that I'm sophisticated and worldly.
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
We're grabbing people out of cars and abducting them into our Range Rover.
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
If you snitch or use a phone against us, we'll come after you and take your valuable jewelry.
Free vouch but why they texting 'bout Lizzy body
Someone claims to be innocent, but they're involved in texting about a body that was found.
Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump graves every Tuesday
Frank Lucas, a famous gangster, honors his fallen friend on a weekly basis.
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
That kind of loyalty is important, and you shouldn't trust everything that your lawyer says.
Red dot, surgery with the laser
My gun sight is focused, and I'll hit my target with pinpoint accuracy.
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
I'll make someone disappear like the missing plane from Malaysia.
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
My guns have a .44 caliber, and their long barrels are like Gonzo's nose from the Muppets.
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, that's bongos
My AK-47 has a drum that holds 100 rounds, implying that it makes a rhythm like bongo drums.
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, 'bravo'
If you're talking too much and causing trouble, I'll shoot and applaud myself for doing so.
Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh
I'm inviting someone to come back for more violence and showing that I'm ready for them.
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
You think you have multiple chances to live, but I'll make sure you don't.
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
I'll make sure to shoot you more times than it takes to kill a cat with nine lives.
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
I'm a ruthless killer, even using an ice pick to achieve my goals.
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
You're acting like a coward and ratting on people, so I see you as a lowly rat.
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, CURTIS STEWART, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, MARVIN BERNARD
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@markobalcak4377
Solute from Serbia 🇷🇸
@renegade_KDG
To to
@oskrnavljenicrv
tako je brateeee :D
@ScottyMcFly100
Yayo best song ever. Word to the Gods.
@ginolapse4005
facts
@mayanksrivastava9313
I don't understand why this has not many likes ...shame on present day rap shit
@dooy21
The best is g-UNIT
@TharsanJeyachandran
legendary shit
@michaelbraddock5728
G-unit saved NY hip-hop it was some real sessions and snitches got some worrying to do
@mayanksrivastava9313
This tune itself can murk the last 10 years of shit rap