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G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck, man

50 Cent, my name, man I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain I blow out your brains
Shells hit chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them out
Then we go through the hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at whole clique, mane
When 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
through the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, that's the gang
Come here stunting you get popped at

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

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

I came in this knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on you, mane
I swear ain't nobody find ya
When I get I'm tempted to tear your block up
niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city with a nine-milli's
You better 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 smacking 'em platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep 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
knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

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
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

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

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

I love to crack, love 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 hear me though

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