50 Cent - What Up Gangsta lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - What Up Gangsta lyrics]
G-Unit (Bo) , we in here (Bo)
We could 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 wanna play in court
But I'll hunt a duck 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 nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
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 sound 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
We could 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 wanna play in court
But I'll hunt a duck 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 nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
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 sound 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