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What Up Gangsta Lyrics - 50 Cent


Soundtrack: War Dogs

Song Lyrics

What Up Gangsta Song Lyrics


They say I walk around like got an S on my chest
Naw, 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 or duck a nigga down, like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't get none with ya, then f**k 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 sh*t, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack 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 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, 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 sh*t, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds 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 f**k with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is 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 f**k us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

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


October, 13th 2016
50 Cent’s rap is pretty tough. In it, he says he is a cool fellow, who can kill the drugs dealer when the coke price rises. He won’t tell anything in front of district attorney, as this guy may wanna play with him. He hates some people, who aren’t of his ‘hood. He says he had intimate proximity with dime girls and some people around say he can rhyme. He is a rolling stone – he lays his hat wherever he has to. He can kill and he can hurt if he dislikes something.

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