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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 that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
Then get laid out
Niggas run through my to holla at the kid
That's when I bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit,
My soldiers 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the
Come through here you get popped at

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
Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me

I love to pump crack, 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

I came in this game niggas gon' hate me
for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I on telling you, mane
I swear ain't nobody find ya
When I get I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city with a nine-milli's
You stay 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 with
And they hate it cause we made it, that's we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

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

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

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