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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 Mac, mane
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back,
See me I put in work, man, I doing dirt for so long
Then get laid out
run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start them thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
When witnesses around know how we get down
So when the cops come 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
through here stunting you get popped at

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

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to 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 came in this game niggas gon' hate me
Just for the fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear ain't 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 in your 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 love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm
Juvenile, they stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this chopper

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

I love to pump crack, love to stay
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 hear me though

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

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
to squeeze 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 hear me

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
to squeeze 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