متن آهنگ What Up Gangsta - Live In New York City از 50 Cent

متن آهنگ What Up Gangsta - Live In New York City از 50 Cent

G-Unit (bah), we in here (bah) We can get the drama popping, we don't care (bah-bah-bah) It's goin' down (bah), 'cause I'm around (bah) 50 Cent, you know how I gets 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 got an S on my chest Nah, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt a duck nigga down, like it's a sport Front on me, I'll cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya You gettin' money? I can't get none wit' ya, then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI I'm the type that 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 and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it Jux me, I'll have your mama pickin' 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 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, thinkin' I won't touch ya I'll have your ass usin' 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 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