Who Do You Love (freestyle) Lyrics - G-unit

[Intro: 50 Cent] 

G-G-G-G-G Unit 

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] 

I'm that nigga, I'm the plug 

I'm that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud 

I'm that nigga so I pack heat 

In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets 

(Say what) I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga 

Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures 

I ain't standing on the block, ho 

Hit my phone and it's on, bitch, it's motherfuckin' hot, yo 

Nigga snitching on me? 

Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E" 

God damn it, I don't see 

How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me 

I got beef with a ton of niggas 

Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me 

But they said they used to hold me down 

And they know how I get down 

Bitch, I keep that gun around me 

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[Hook: YG] 

Bitch, who do you love? 

Bitch, who do you love? 

Bitch, who do you love? 

Bitch, who do you love? 

Bitch, 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 the apple, ho 

Ain't a nigga that can see me 

13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV 

Little niggas wanna be me 

Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti 

Photos 

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] 

Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike 

Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike 

Catch a nigga at the light, he gon' bitch 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 

Mazent, 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 nigga like me 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo] 

All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece 

With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef 

New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga 

Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga 

Run up, it's a hundred yard dash, nigga 

Just 'cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, nigga 

Studio full of plaques, known as the greats 

Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates 

[Verse 5: Young Buck] 

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 nigga Boosie, he just roll through 

Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food 

[Hook]