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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 that Mac,
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
Then niggas get out
Niggas run my crib to holla at the kid
when I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at their whole clique,
When witnesses they know how we get down
So when the cops come they 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, G-Unit the gang
Come through here stunting you get at

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 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

I came in this game knowing niggas gon' me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a
I got a hell of a aim, I on telling you, mane
I swear nobody gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear block up
Your niggas can't run I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city a couple 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 'em with platinum
And they it cause we made 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, love to strapped
Love to gats, but you don't 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 pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

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 outta town, they can't me
When I come around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you can't run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and come back day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking through set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your
I ain't paying no debt, mane
Cause you's a middle man, you don't understand?
a fucking fake ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, love to 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 hear me though

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