G-Unit: Gangsta

[50 Cent - Talking]Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shitActing like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?[Chorus x2]They, they talking thatThat gangsta shitThey ain't about thatMan, matter of factHand me my strapShow me where they atI'll stop 'em from talking like that[50 Cent]I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salonCause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm onCause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gatThirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MackBut when I come through, shh... the talking stopMy money long now, I can make the Pope get shotNow, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rockAll the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the dropNow, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shitThat been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shitI'm marking my music like diesel on the blockSo if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you notWeed smokers love me like they love BuddhaI'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love HoovaThey tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like youThey ain't used to a G like you, BLAM![Chorus][Young Buck]You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visitPut the potato in the barrel so nobody hear itI keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John WayneShooting these niggas lights out like Lebron JamesHolla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedingAfter you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatingFull of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamberAin't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-aNigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold meI'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga underSmoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganjaRide with no hesitation, retaliation is a mustBad as I want to, some shit I just don't discussSo point him out and watch how I knock him offEverywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers![Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checksI got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in stepsBegging niggas don't understand thoughProbably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lamboLean out my bucket for niggas thinking they RamboYou get one warning so I suggest you let your man knowThese rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauceUsually for yapping off and turn apologeticWaving a white flag, the danger they might haveMy niggas buying so much ammoIf you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handleHolding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bonesSo I suggest you get alarm systems in both homesThere's only one team on top, we number one with a glockFuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT![Chorus]