G-Unit - Gangsta Shit lyrics

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no
Good in the hood you know what I mean?
Get ya fucking head blown off nigga
You know?

They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

I'm the topic in every
Barbershop and beauty salon
'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't
On the shit that I'm on
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip
Hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through
Shhh the talking stop my money long now
I can make the Pope get shot (woo)
Now, we can blow an hour talking
'bout the stones I rock or the hoes I got -
Catching stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, he love the kids
(haha) , 50 on that killer shit
That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat
And you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll turn your kids to a shooter
Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good
'cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!

They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

He think he a killer but we
Gon' just pay him a visit
Put the potato on the barrel
So nobody hear it i keep a holster on my
Shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out
Like LeBron James holla my name
Give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga
Then we eating
Full of anger until there's no
More bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped
And don't know who to blame-a nigga told me
"Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore
50 couldn't even hold me i'm waiting
Anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans
Fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation
Retaliation is a must bad as I want to
Some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go
I got a nigga watching y'all motherfucker!

They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

Come on, nigga
I ain't here to make no friends
Just cut the cheques
I got a long pump that'll blow
Your stupid ass up the steps
Begging niggas don't understand, no
Probably cause my hand glow when
I'm anticipating' the Lambo
Lean out my bucket for
Niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning
So I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough
Nobody acting soft
Til they laid out in the hospital
Eating apple sauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag
For danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change
You'll probably feel on a handle
Holding sixteens to get your
Bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm
Systems in both homes
There's only one team on top we
Number one with a Glock
Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They they talking that that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that