50 Cent - Gangsta'd Up lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Gangsta'd Up lyrics]
Yeah, I stay with my ratchet nigga
Go 'head and talk bad nigga
You best be on your best
Behaviour out this motherfucker! Ha ha
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
I got a rifle with a scope
In the trunk of the Viper
So I shoot off the roof like the DC sniper
I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece
And a level two vest and a brand new piece
See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef
Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police
Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label
Why your guns in the house
Like a couch potato? YEAH!
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
These hoes want me to stop
But this is the worst part
I was born with this game like birthmarks
I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch
From my modelin' chick
'Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick
I get a new fan every single time that I spit
Gray and blue Benz
Lovin' every diamond I get
Fast and furious in the Rang Rove'
'cause my bread folds
Beef I hit your neck and turn
Your jewelry into red gold, nigga
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
I'm from the bottom man niggas
Know I came up hard
I got a temper man I'm lookin'
For some shit to start
Man my tax bracket change
I'm sittin' on some change
The hoes man they changed they
Don't treat me the same (WOO)
It's not my looks that's got me
All up in them drawers
It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors
Man them D's they done turned
Them dogs into dope fiends
Smell a leak in my clothes so
They barkin' at me - WHOA!
Yeah, that's gon' have to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight
Jam Master Jay rest in peace
I send my love to his family 50 Cent y'all
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
G-Unit, God's Plan! Damn
Go 'head and talk bad nigga
You best be on your best
Behaviour out this motherfucker! Ha ha
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
I got a rifle with a scope
In the trunk of the Viper
So I shoot off the roof like the DC sniper
I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece
And a level two vest and a brand new piece
See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef
Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police
Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label
Why your guns in the house
Like a couch potato? YEAH!
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
These hoes want me to stop
But this is the worst part
I was born with this game like birthmarks
I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch
From my modelin' chick
'Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick
I get a new fan every single time that I spit
Gray and blue Benz
Lovin' every diamond I get
Fast and furious in the Rang Rove'
'cause my bread folds
Beef I hit your neck and turn
Your jewelry into red gold, nigga
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
I'm from the bottom man niggas
Know I came up hard
I got a temper man I'm lookin'
For some shit to start
Man my tax bracket change
I'm sittin' on some change
The hoes man they changed they
Don't treat me the same (WOO)
It's not my looks that's got me
All up in them drawers
It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors
Man them D's they done turned
Them dogs into dope fiends
Smell a leak in my clothes so
They barkin' at me - WHOA!
Yeah, that's gon' have to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight
Jam Master Jay rest in peace
I send my love to his family 50 Cent y'all
I stay gangsta'd up
Niggas ain't got shit on me
And, I stay with my gat
In case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique
You're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets
Nigga you better ask somebody
G-Unit, God's Plan! Damn