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

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

I came in this game knowing niggas hate me
Just for the simple fact they know I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I on telling you, mane
I swear nobody gon' 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 stay in line, bro
if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the 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 I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they 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
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 hear me

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you see me grinning
And you niggas call me grimy
They hit me with bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't me
When I come back around, man, I'mma back 'em
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get and come back another day
My leave you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we know you stay
And we'll come through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your
I ain't paying no fucking debt,
Cause you's a middle man, what you understand?
You's a fake ass connect, mane

I love to crack, love 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 bust shots, but you don't hear me

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