50 Cent: What up gangsta

G-Unit (What)We in here (What)We can get the drama poppingWe don't care (What, what, what)It's going down (What)'Cause I'm around (What)50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)(chorus: repeat 2X)What up, Blood? (What)What up, Cuz? (What)What up, Blood? (What)What up, Gangstaaa?(Verse 1)They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chestNaw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chestI try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in courtBut I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sportFront on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump yaYou getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck yaI'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price riseGangstas, they bump my shit then they know meI grew up around some niggas that's not my homiesHundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)D's come we dump the diesel and battery acidThis flow's been mastered, the ice I flash itChokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastardI'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzleBenz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)(chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x))(Bridge)We don't play thatWe don't play thatWe don't play that (G-Unit)We don't play around(Verse 2)I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonderWhen gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunderIn December I'll make your block feel like summerThe rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nineEvery chick I fuck with is a dimeI'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my ownWhere I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stoneCross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch yaI'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutchesIndustry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love usStomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas(chorus (2x))(Bridge (4x))