G-Unit - Who Do You Love? Lyrics
[Intro: 50 Cent]G-G-G-G-G Unit[Verse 1: 50 Cent]I'm that N***a, I'm the plugI'm that N***a, I just came up on fifty pounds of budI'm that N***a, so I pack heatIn case you N***as try to catch me on the back streets(Say what) I'm that N***a, I'm that N***aGot that brown bag money, stacked up seven figuresI'm not standing on the block, hoHit my phone and it's on, B****, it's motherf*ckin' hot, yoN***a snitching on me?Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E"God damn it, I don't seeHow a N***a fixed his mouth to say he done made meI got beef with a ton of N***asNot now one of them N***as ever try to run up on meBut they said they used to hold me downAnd they know how I get downB****, 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 cousinWe did it once, I knew the rumors were comingShe think she on to somethingThere ain't no love, never mattered thoughYour ordinary rapper knowStacking appetite, run an apple, hoAin't a N***a that can see me13 years killing shit, a villain on your TVLittle N***as wanna be meBeaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]Time to ball on 'emReady, set, hikeDo I love a B****? SikeSuck me off or hitch-hikeCatch a N***a at the lightHe gon' B**** up like a dykeHe okay then 'til he bitBall worser than his wifeGet your head buzzed rightTo the white meat, on the white sheetMade Cent, we don't play that shit on my streetCouldn't walk up in the shoes that's on my feetAin'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 strapsPearl handle on the pieceWith about ten off that Jimmy [?] beefNew Corvette, switch gears fast, N***aLeave you wet like splish splash, N***aRun up, it's a hundred yard dash, N***aJust ‘cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, N***aStudio full of plaques, known as the greatsFast money, bagging up over Versace plates[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]I got a shawty named Mary JaneShe got a girl named Pure CocaineAnd now you know the dealWe turned up in the trap house, late nightSee this the reason why a rapper still deal whiteAnd this the Unit crew, thought I should've told youIf you a rapper in the game, we should mold youAnd, man, shout out my N***a Boosie, he just roll throughEat 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?
