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What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent]

What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] Lyrics by Off the Record
What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] Lyrics

What Are The Lyrics For What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] By Off the Record?

G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!)
We can get the drama popping, 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

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?

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 a duck 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 nutin' wit' ya, then f*ck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I
I'm the type that kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the Mac 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, 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 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 f*ck 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*ck 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

Who Wrote What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] By Off the Record?

Curtis Jackson, Robert Tewlow

What's The Duration Of The What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] By Off the Record?

The duration of What Up Gangsta [In the Style of 50 Cent] is 3:09 minutes and seconds.

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