Who Do You Love

[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 [Chorus: 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 [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 [Chorus: 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 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 [Chorus: 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?