Home 50 Cent Biography 50 Cent Discography 50 Cent Wallpapers 50 Cent Lyrics 50 Cent Picture Galleries: Picture Gallery 1 Picture Gallery 2 Picture Gallery 3 Picture Gallery 4 G-Unit Picture Gallery 50 Cent Message Board Poster Stores: 50 Cent Poster Store G-Unit Posters Tupac Posters, Photos Eminem Poster Store Michael Jordan Muhammad Ali Basketball Posters NBA Posters	50 Cent Lyrics
	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] [Male voice talking] We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha
Back to Lyrics Gallery