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G-Unit (bo)
We in here (wo)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (wo, wo, wo)
It's going down (wo)
'Cause I'm around (wo)
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, Gangstaaa?
Verse 1
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 nigg* down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-b*tt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fk 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 s**t them they know me
I grew up around some 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
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, b*stard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)
Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)
Bridge
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
Verse 2
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my s**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 fk 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 as* using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes fk us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your as* with some brand new chuckas
Chorus (2x)
Bridge (4x)
