50 Cent

50 Cent

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  • 50 Cent G-Unit / U.T.P. Lyrics

           

    f/ Skip (U.T.P.), Young Buck

    [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, ya'll 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
    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]

    [Skip]
    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]

    [Male voice talking]
    We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
    Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha...

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