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G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck, man

50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't playing
I move on you with Mac, mane
Come off that and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back,
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
Then get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to at the kid
That's I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the
Dumping clips off at whole clique, mane
witnesses around they know how we get down
So the cops come they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or
Come the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stunting you get at

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me
I love to hit the block, I love my two
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't me though

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple they know that I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I ain't nobody gon' find ya
When I get I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm ya
Me and Chili in your city with a nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em platinum
And hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I admit it I it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this chopper

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you hear me though

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't me though

My twenty-inches spinning, you see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me
They hit me with them bricks and I pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they find me
When I come around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet,
Cause we know you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set,
Man, you what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't no fucking debt, mane
you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect,

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me
I to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though