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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 Mac, mane
Come off that and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I doing dirt for so long
niggas 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
When witnesses around know how we get down
So when the cops come ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or
Come through the hood and you can cop
I'm sittig' on some change, that's the gang
Come through here stunting you get at

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

I came in this game niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple 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
I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and in your city with a couple nine-milli's
You stay in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with motherfucking chopper

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

I love to pump crack, love to stay
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me
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 always see me
And you niggas call me grimy
hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they find me
When I come back around, man, I'mma back 'em
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and back another day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we know 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 debt, mane
Cause a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fake ass connect, mane

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