G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get em bucked
50 Cent, thats my name
Man I aint fuckin playin
I move on you wit that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
Thats when I start bringin them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin up out the whip
Dumpin clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they aint see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
Im sittin on some change, G-Unit thats the gang
Come through here stuntin you get popped at (popped at)
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you dont hear me though
I came in this game knowin niggas gon hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that Im a rida (rida)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin ya mayn
I swear aint nobody gon find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted Im tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas cant run cause Im behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit a couple nine-millis
You better stay in line bro (in line bro)
Cause if I walk it Ill talk it, you know well walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro (gunfire bro)
Right now we smackin em wit platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, thats what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause Im in it, UTP until Im finished
Juvenile, they cant stop us (cant stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
Ill knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin choppa
My twenty-inches spinnin, you always see me grinin
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit them bricks, and I aint pay em shit
Im outta town, they cant find me (find me)
When I come back around, man Ima back em down
I run up bustin that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you aint got a gun, and you cant fuckin run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiersll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And well come trippin through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I aint payin no fuckin debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause youse a middle man, but you dont understand
Youse a fuckin fake ass connect mayn (connect mayn)
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