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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 fucking
I move on you with that Mac,
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
Then niggas get out
Niggas run through my crib to at the kid
That's when I start bringing thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
clips off at their whole clique, mane
When around they know how we get down
So when the cops they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, or rain
Come the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the
Come through here stunting you get at

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

I in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
I swear ain't gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to your block up
niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in city with a couple nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we 'em with platinum
And they hate it we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, can't stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking

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 love my two
Love to bust shots, but you don't me though

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 my two Glocks
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though

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

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 my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you hear me though

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