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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 move on you with that Mac,
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I out your brains
hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so
Then niggas get out
run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing thangs out
we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
When witnesses they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit,
My soldiers 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit the gang
Come through here you get popped at

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
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 hear me

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 bust shots, but you don't 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
When I get lifted I'm 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 talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I the sound of gunfire, bro
now we smacking 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm
Juvenile, can't stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his with this motherfucking chopper

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, 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 hear me

My twenty-inches spinning, you see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me
They hit me with them bricks and I pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they find me
When I come around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up that 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 back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet,
Cause we where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come through your set, mane
Man, you heard I said, now get it in your head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
Cause you's a middle man, what you understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect,

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