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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 that Mac, mane
Come off watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit 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 them out
we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at their clique, mane
When witnesses around know how we get down
So the cops come they 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 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 me though
I love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you hear 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 bust shots, but you don't me though

I in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
I ain't 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 I'll talk it, you know walk up and pop it
I the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we 'em with platinum
And hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, can't stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

I love to pump crack, 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 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 love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me

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

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