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G-Unit U.T.P lyrics
(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Young Buck (G-Unit))
[Male voice talking]
Right now with the situation gettin better
So I m doin you things, holla
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it s now or never
I m wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I m a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it s all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain t gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let s get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I m done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22 s, sittin on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn t have to say that, y all already know
[Chorus - 2X]
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin to see
If everythin is alright
Ya ll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin is alright
[Young Buck]
For those who couldn t figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin it, and cuttin it, and flippin it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One s, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don t really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I m sippin Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin weed
Shakin them haters off, bouncin to this jukin beat
Fuckin with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin
Lettin New York know these Unica niggas ain t stuntin
Nigga we ain t runnin , I guarantee you that
After these messages we ll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don t respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I m gonna hold em down
When you get close, call nigga I m gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin weed and speedin
But he ll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn t?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo pound somethin
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped em
And pumped em and pumped em, and pumped em and pumped em
[Chorus]
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