Estamos hablando sobre una posible reunión, o mejor dicho ‘regreso’, de G-Unit desde al menos cinco años: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo e Young Buck a lo largo de este proyecto musical paralelo nos regalaron dos preciosidades, ‘Beg for Mercy’ y ‘Terminate on Sight’, publicados respetivamente en 2003 y 2008.
‘They Talked About Jesus’ es el titulo del primer inédito de la nueva etapa discográfica del grupo de Rap activo desde 2002, nuevo single que llega al publico después de unas series de remixes con un interesante detalle: los únicos que cantan en este temas son Banks, Yayo y Bucks, es decir, 50 Cent no aparece.
Producida por George Getson, se trata de una canción polémica en contra de los haters y de los infieles que no apoyan al grupo.
El nuevo disco firmado por G-Unit será publicado durante el mes de noviembre y gracias e este estreno seguramente crece la curiosidad sobre la que posiblemente será una de las novedades musicales más importantes de 2014.
A continuación, la letra del single:
Hello? Hello?
Anybody know what G-Unit is?
50, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us
(They talking)
Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
(Still hating)
Yeah, they hated on Jesus
(The real waiting)
They talked about Jesus
This one here is for all non-believers
(They talking)
Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
(Still hating)
Yeah, they hated on Jesus
(The real waiting)
You know they talked about Jesus
I could care less about a rapper and his entourage
I don’t give a fuck about a Phantom, it’s not in our garage
Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?
Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge
Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though
And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?
You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow
The shots didn’t hit, you was at the freethrow
I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low
Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go
Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo
I’m the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole
Wouldn’t dent a armor at them niggas all together
Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller
‘gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla
Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather
With my kush up in the hall of fame
Cavemen, break out your ball and chain
I’ll orchestrate the walk of shame
Your life’s plain, escort me through here like the president
Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I’m in
You never did, you out here regular, ain’t go one heckler
I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give
Salute me you ever see me, I’m a vet
CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat
Fishscales paid the bill, I ain’t never been broke
Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes
I’m still at that Mickey D’s off of Atlantic
My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers
My connect only speaks Spanish
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished
Jump in the Martin Vanquish
Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster
Turn my Clippers jersey inside out
Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth
Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that
Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y’all loving thots
Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot
