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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 chain 'fore I out your brains
Shells hit chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
Then get laid out
Niggas run through my to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
Dumping clips off at their clique, mane
When witnesses around they know how we get
So when the cops they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or
through the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit the gang
Come here stunting you get popped at

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

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I on telling you, mane
I ain't nobody gon' find ya
I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas 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 talk it, you we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em with
And they hate it cause we it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, can't stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with motherfucking chopper

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

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
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 don't hear me

My spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and I pay 'em shit
I'm town, they can't find me
When I come back around, man, back 'em down
I run up that 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 leave you wet,
we know where you be and we know 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
Cause you's a man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect,

I love to 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
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to 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