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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 that watch and chain I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back,
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
Then niggas get out
run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
Dumping off at their whole clique, mane
When witnesses around they how we get down
So when the cops come they 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 the gang
Come here stunting you get popped at

I love to 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 hear me though

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 don't hear me

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
I swear ain't nobody gon' ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to your block up
Your niggas can't run I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your with 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 smacking 'em with
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep iron for
I it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with motherfucking chopper

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you hear niggas me grimy
hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm town, they can't find me
When I come back around, man, back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC,
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and come another day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
Cause we know you be and we know where you stay
And we'll checking 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, 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 to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

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