50 Cent G-unit - Utp Young Buck ) Lyrics

G-unit - Utp  Young Buck ) Lyrics

[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