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50 Cent

What Up Gangsta?

 

What Up Gangsta?

(album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 2003)


G-Unit (Bo!), we in here (Bo!)
We can get the drama popping, we don't care (Bo! Bo! Bo!)
It's going down (Bo!), 'cause I'm around (Bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down, down

What up, blood? (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?

They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Nah, that's a semi-auto, in a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt a duck a nigga down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
You getting money, I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
D's come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle

Blood (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?

We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December, I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas

What up, blood? (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?

We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around

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