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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 and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
Then niggas get out
Niggas run through my to holla at the kid
That's I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the hanging up out the whip
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the come they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, or rain
through the hood 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
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 hear me

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

I came in this knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on you, mane
I swear ain't nobody find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your 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 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 that for
I it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking

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

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
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 me though

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

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