50 Cent - What Up Gangsta
(album "Get rich or die tryin'", lu 2826 fois)

[50 Cent]G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!)We can get the drama poppin we don't care (bo! bo! bo!)It's going down (bo!) Cause I'm around (bo!)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, gangstaaah?[Verse One]They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chestNaw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chestI try not to say nothin the D.A., 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 gettin 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 to kill your connect when the coke price riseGangstas, they bump my shit then they know meI grew up around some niggaz 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 pickin out your casket, bastardI'm on the next level, ri
ght lane forget bezzleBenz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)[Chorus] - (first time w/o first line)[Bridge]We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that(G-Unit) We don't play around[Verse Twi]I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonderWhen gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?When the fifth 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 nineAny chick I fuck with is a dimeI'm like Patti 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, thinkin I won't touch yaI'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutchesIndustry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love usStomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers[Chorus][Bridge] - repeat 4X

"50 Cent - What Up Gangsta"
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