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[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-G-G-G-G Unit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm that N***a, I'm the plug
I'm that N***a, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I'm that N***a, so I pack heat
In case you N***as try to catch me on the back streets
(Say what) I'm that N***a, I'm that N***a
Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I'm not standing on the block, ho
Hit my phone and it's on, B****, it's motherf*ckin' hot, yo
N***a snitching on me?
Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E"
God damn it, I don't see
How a N***a fixed his mouth to say he done made me
I got beef with a ton of N***as
Not now one of them N***as ever try to run up on me
But they said they used to hold me down
And they know how I get down
B****, I keep that gun around me
[Hook: YG]
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
My lady banging but, ain't as cool as her cousin
We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
She think she on to something
There ain't no love, never mattered though
Your ordinary rapper know
Stacking appetite, run an apple, ho
Ain't a N***a that can see me
13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV
Little N***as wanna be me
Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Time to ball on 'em
Ready, set, hike
Do I love a B****? Sike
Suck me off or hitch-hike
Catch a N***a at the light
He gon' B**** up like a dyke
He okay then 'til he bit
Ball worser than his wife
Get your head buzzed right
To the white meat, on the white sheet
Made Cent, we don't play that shit on my street
Couldn't walk up in the shoes that's on my feet
Ain't another real N***a like me
[Hook: YG]
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
All kind of straps
Pearl handle on the piece
With about ten off that Jimmy [?] beef
New Corvette, switch gears fast, N***a
Leave you wet like splish splash, N***a
Run up, it's a hundred yard dash, N***a
Just ‘cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, N***a
Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates
[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
I got a shawty named Mary Jane
She got a girl named Pure Cocaine
And now you know the deal
We turned up in the trap house, late night
See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
And this the Unit crew, thought I should've told you
If you a rapper in the game, we should mold you
And, man, shout out my N***a Boosie, he just roll through
Eat the chicken off my plate B****, soul food
[Hook: YG]
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?
B****, who do you love?