What Up Gangsta

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50 Cent

Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin’

Songtext

[Intro] G-Unit (Buck), we in here (Buck) We could get the drama poppin', we don't care (Buck, buck, buck) It's going down (Buck), 'cause I'm around (Buck) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus] 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? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Nah, that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothin' 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 gettin' money, I can't get none 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 Gs, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah) Ds 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 [Chorus] 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? [Bridge] We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Outro] 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