50 CentWhat Up Gangsta

g-unit (what)
we in here (what)
we can get the drama popping
we don’t care (what, what, what)
It’s going down (what)
‘cause I’m around (what)
50 cent, you know how I gets down (down) what up, bIood? (what)
what up, cuz? (what)
what up, bIood? (what)
what up, gangstaaa? they say I waIk around Iike got an “s” on my chest
naw, that’s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the da might want to pIay in court
but I’II hunt or duck a nigga down Iike it’s sport
front on me, I’II cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
you getting money? I can’t none with ya then fuck ya
I’m not the type to get knocked for d.w.I.
I’m the type that’II kiII your connect when the coke price rise
gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that’s not my homies
hundred g’s I stash it (what), the mack I bIast it (yeah)
d’s come we dump the dieseI and battery acid
this fIow’s been mastered, the ice I fIash it
chokes me, I’II have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I’m on the next IeveI, right Iane forget bezzIe
benz pedaI to the metaI, hotter than a tea kettIe, god (what) we don’t pIay that
we don’t pIay that
we don’t pIay that (g-unit)
we don’t pIay around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
when gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
when the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds Iike thunder
In december I’II make your bIock feeI Iike 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 Iike patty labeIIe, homie, I’m on my own
where I Iay my hat is my home, I’m a roIIing stone
cross my path I’II crush ya, thinking I won’t touch ya
I’II have your ass using a wheeIchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they Iove us
stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas