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Song:What Up Gansta
Album:Diary Of a SoldierGenres:Other
Year: Length:179 sec

Lyrics:

G-Unit, what
We in here, what
We can get the drama popping
We don't care, what, what, what
It's going down, what
'Cause I'm around, what
50 Cent, you know how I gets down

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? What
What up, blood? What
What up, gangsta?

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? What
What up, blood? What
What up, gangsta?

They say I walk around like got an 'S' on my chest
Now, 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 sport

Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck 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 shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, the mack I blast it
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid

This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, God, what

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? What
What up, blood? What
What up, gangsta?

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? 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 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 fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty 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 hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? What
What up, blood? What
What up, gangsta?

What up, blood? What
What up, 'cause? 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




 

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