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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 playing
I on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
Then get laid out
Niggas run my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them out
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the
Dumping clips off at whole clique, mane
witnesses around they 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 hood and you can cop
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit the gang
through here stunting you get popped at

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

I love to pump crack, love to stay
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 game knowing gon' hate me
for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear ain't nobody find ya
I get lifted I'm tempted 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
if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, what we keep that iron for
I represent it 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 with this motherfucking chopper

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you niggas call me grimy
They hit me with 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 that TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come back day
My leave you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we know where you
And we'll come checking through set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your
I paying no fucking debt, mane
Cause a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect,

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you hear 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
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 hear me though