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g unite – who do you love lyrics

g-g-g-g unit

i’m that n-gg-, i’m the plug
i’m that n-gg-, i just came up on fifty pounds of bud
i’m that n-gg-, so i pack heat
in case you n-gg-z try to catch me on the back streets
i’m that n-gg-, i’m that n-gg-
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-tch, it’s motherf-ckin’ hot, yo
n-gg- snitching on me?
got a whole clique, got them screamin’ “s-b-o-e”
god d-mn it, i don’t see
how a n-gg- fixed his mouth to say he done made me
i got beef with a ton of n-gg-z
not now one of them n-gg-z ever try to run up on me
but they said they used to hold me down
and they know how i get down
b-tch, i keep that gun around me

b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?

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 appet-te, run an apple, hoe
ain’t a n-gg- that can see me
13 years killing sh-t, a villain on your tv
little n-gg-z wanna be me
beaming up on all this cali, play around me, he graffiti

time to ball on them
ready, set, hike
do i love a b-tch? sike
suck me off or hitch-hike
catch a n-gg- at the light
he gonna b-tch up like a dyk-
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 sh-t on my street
couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet
ain’t another real n-gg- like me

b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?

all kind of straps
pearl handle on the piece
with about ten off that jimmy ‘ beef
new corvette, switch gears fast, n-gg-
leave you wet like splash splash, n-gg-
run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, n-gg-
just ’cause i rap don’t mean i won’t blast, n-gg-
studio full of plaques, known as the greats
fast money, bagging up over versace plates

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-gg- boosie, he just roll through
eat the chicken off my plate b-tch, soul food

b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?
b-tch, who do you love?

- g unite lyrics

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