Who Do You Love
Unit Lyrics


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G-G-G-G-G Unit

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

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?

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

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

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?

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

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

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?

Overall Meaning

In "Who Do You Love," Unit rappers take turns boasting about their success, drug dealing, and ability to handle their enemies. The chorus serves as a taunting question to listeners who may doubt their abilities. The first verse portrays the role of the singer as the "plug" who just came up with 50 pounds of drugs and alludes to carrying a firearm for protection. He also claims to have amassed a significant amount of money without having to stand on the block, and warns that he's always ready for anyone who wants to attempt to harm him. The second verse speaks of sexual conquests, use of different drugs, and the singer's confidence in his skills as a rapper, which has brought him success for the past 13 years.


In the song, the Unit rappers highlight their gangster lifestyle and their success in drug dealing, wealth, and invincibility. They illustrate their determination to protect their status at any cost and challenge others to test their prowess. While the song's lyrics are bold and confrontational, the song is primarily a testament to the Unit's skill in delivering hardcore rap.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm that nigga, I'm the plug
I'm the man in charge, the one with the connections


I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I just got a huge supply of marijuana


I pack heat / In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets
I carry a gun with me for protection


Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I have a lot of cash, probably from selling drugs


Hit my phone and it's on, bitch, it's motherfuckin' hot, yo
Call me and I'll make it happen, but be ready for trouble


Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin' 'S-B-O-E'
I have a crew who rides with me and we're proud to be together


How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me
No one can claim to have truly made me successful


Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me
No one has ever dared to confront me in person


I keep that gun around me
I carry a firearm to protect myself at all times


My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin / We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
My girlfriend is attractive but not as cool as her cousin, with whom I had a fling and rumors have spread


There ain't no love, never mattered though
I'm not looking for love and don't really care if I find it


Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho
I'm making a lot of money and it's increasing every day


Ain't a nigga that can see me / 13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV
I can't be matched by anyone and I've been dominating the rap game for 13 years


Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti
I'm making so much money in California, it's like I'm beaming up to another planet


Ready, set, hike / Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike
Let's get this show on the road / I don't love any woman but if she wants to please me, that's fine


He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife
He thinks he's tough until he messes with me, and then he's crying like a woman


All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece
I have a variety of firearms, including one with a fancy pearl handle


New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga / Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga
I drive a fast car and can outrun anyone / I'll kill you with ease


Just 'cause I rap don't mean I won't blast, nigga
Don't mistake me for some soft rapper, I'll shoot you if necessary


Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
I have a lot of awards for my music and I'm considered one of the best


Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates
I make money quickly and in large amounts, and I do it in style


We turned up in the trap house late night / See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
We had a wild party at a drug dealing location / This is why many rappers still sell drugs


And this the Unit crew, thought I should've told you
This is my group, and I should have introduced them earlier


If you a rapper in the game we should mold you
If you're a rapper, you should try to be like me and learn from me


Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food
I'm eating a delicious meal cooked by my girlfriend


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you really care about?


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you really care about?


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you really care about?


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you really care about?


Bitch, who do you love?
Who do you really care about?




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Comments from YouTube:

Clinton Bachman

Loved this track. I swore there was a female vocalist singing with lyrics though the song.

Roger Jaimes

this is my jam i like it

The Big T.

Irgendwie ein interessanter Song!
Aber... Sehr Sehr Gut! Ich hab
Dream Dance 2 auch 😊👍🏼
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DJ SonaGheist

Came here from Sienna Sleep mix

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