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

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

I came in this game knowing niggas gon' 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 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 better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we 'em with platinum
And they hate it 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 us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

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 my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't 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 spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear niggas me grimy
They hit me with them and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't me
When I come back around, man, I'mma '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 come back day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
Cause a middle man, what you don't understand?
a fucking fake ass connect, mane

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

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