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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 on you with that Mac, mane
Come off watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back,
See me I put in work, man, I been 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 hanging up out the
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
When witnesses around know how we get down
So when the cops come they see shit, mane
My slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop
I'm sittig' on change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come 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 to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
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 don't me though

I came in this knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
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 couple
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 smacking 'em platinum
And they it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I admit it I it
I'll a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you hear call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and I pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, can't find me
When I come back around, man, back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC,
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,
we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll checking through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
Cause you's a middle man, what you don't
You's a fake ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, love to strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you 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 strapped
to squeeze 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