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50 Cent
50 Bars
After My Cheddar
Back Down
Bad News
Banks Workout
Be A Gentleman
Bump Dat Street Mix
Clue / 50
Clue Shit!
Corner Bodega
Cutmaster C Shit
Da Repercussions
Doo Wop Freestyle
Fuck You
Funk Flex
G-Unit Soldiers
G-Unit That\'s What\'s Up
Get Out The Club
Ghetto Qua Ran
Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)
Got Me A Bottle
Gotta Make It To Heaven
Green Lantern
Gun Runners
Heat
High All The Time
If I Can\'t
In Da Club
I\'m A Hustler
Just Fuckin\' Around
Killa Tape Intro
Life\'s On The Line
Material Girl 2000
P.I.M.P.
Places To Go
Poor Lil Rich
Power Of The Dollar
Rotten Apple
Rowdy Rowdy
Slow Dough
Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
Surrounded By Hoes
That Ain\'t Gangsta
The Good Die Young
The Hit
U Heard Me
U Not Like Me
U Should Be Here
Wanksta
What Up Gangsta?
Whoo Kid
Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!
You Ain\'t No Gangsta
\'Till I Collapse Freestyle

What Up Gangsta? lyrics mp3 by 50 Cent


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 (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 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 (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, bastard
I\'m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (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 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

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge (4x)]

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