50 Cent – What Up Gangsta

It’s another hot and amazing Hit Song By 50 Cent And This Wonderful Music Is WHAT UP GANGSTA.

Actually This Great And Awesome Audio Is Popped Out Of His 2003 Album Which Contains 19 Quality Tracks.

 

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What Up gangsta lyrics

[Intro]

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

 

[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, 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 D.W.I

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

 

[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

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