Review

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. Reference: Listen to What Up Gangsta

What Up Gangsta lyrics - 50 Cent

50 Cent "War Dogs" soundtrack

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 (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 (G-Unit)

We don't play around

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 (G-Unit)

We don't play around

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

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