DJ Mustard - Who Do You Love lyrics

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Intro: 50 Cent] G-G-G-G-G Unit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm that n***a, I'm the plug I'm that n***a, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud I'm that n***a so I pack heat In case you n***as try to catch me on the back streets (Say what) I'm that n***a, I'm that n***a Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures I ain't standing on the block, ho Hit my phone and it's on, b**h, it's motherf**in' hot, yo n***a snitching on me? Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' "S-B-O-E" God damn it, I don't see How a n***a fixed his mouth to say he done made me I got beef with a ton of n***as Not now one of them n***as ever try to run up on me But they said they used to hold me down And they know how I get down b**h, I keep that gun around me [Hook: YG] b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? b**h, 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 n***a that can see me 13 years k**ing sh**, a villain on your TV Little n***as 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 b**h? Sike, s** me off or hitch-hike Catch a n***a at the light, he gon' b**h 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 sh** on my street Couldn't walk up in the shoes that's on my feet Ain't another real n***a 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, n***a Leave you wet like splish splash, n***a Run up, it's a hundred yard dash, n***a Just ‘cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, n***a 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 n***a Boosie, he just roll through Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food [Hook]