What Up Gangsta (Explicit) - 50 Cent

Lyrics by：Robert Tewlow/Curtis Jackson

Composed by：Robert Tewlow/Curtis Jackson

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 n***a 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 f**k 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 s**t

Them they know me

I grew up around some n***as 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 s**t 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 d**e is a nine

Every chick I f**k 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 a*s using

A wheelchair cane or crutches

Industry hoes f**k us

In the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your a*s

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