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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 on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your
Shells hit your chest, go out back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been dirt for so long
niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to 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 their whole clique,
When witnesses around they how we get down
So when the come they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the and you can cop that
I'm on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come here stunting you get popped at

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 bust shots, but you don't hear me

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

I came in this knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on you, mane
I swear ain't gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm 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 love the of gunfire, bro
now we smacking 'em with 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 I'm finished
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 strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though

I love to pump crack, 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 see me grinning
And you niggas call 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 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
Cause we know you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking your set, mane
Man, you what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking ass connect, mane

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
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