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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 playing
I move on you that Mac, mane
Come off that 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
niggas get laid out
Niggas run my crib to holla at the kid
That's I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the
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 soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or
Come through the hood and you can cop
I'm sittig' on some change, that's the gang
Come through here you get popped at

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

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

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they that I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear nobody gon' find ya
I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your with a couple nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
now we smacking 'em with platinum
And hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I 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 hear me
I love to hit the block, I love my two
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

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

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

I love to pump crack, love to 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 to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
Love to bust shots, but you hear me though