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

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 love my two
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
Love to bust shots, but you don't 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 keep on telling you,
I swear ain't gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm to tear your block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city a couple nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you we'll 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 that for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I admit it I it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot this motherfucking chopper

I to pump crack, love to stay 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 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

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

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