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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 fucking playing
I move on you with that Mac,
Come off that watch and chain I blow out your brains
Shells hit chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so
Then get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to at the kid
when I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
When witnesses around know how we get down
So when the come they ain't see shit, mane
My slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, that's the gang
Come through stunting 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 me though

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
to squeeze 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 came in this game knowing niggas hate me
Just for the simple fact they know I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
I swear nobody gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run 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 talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot this motherfucking chopper

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

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you see me grinning
And you hear niggas me grimy
They hit me with bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they find me
When I back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
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 and come back another day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we where you stay
And come checking through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your
I paying 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
to squeeze gats, but you don't 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 pump crack, love to stay
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 hear me though