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    50 Cent What Up Gangsta

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    2:59
    5.23 MB
    256 kbps
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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 Пользователем AND1

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    G-Unit (What)

    We in here (What)

    We can get the drama popping

    We dont care (What, what, what)

    Its going down (What)

    Cause Im 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, thats a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

    I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court

    But Ill hunt or duck a nigga down like its sport

    Front on me, Ill cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya

    You getting money? I cant none with ya then fuck ya

    Im not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

    Im the type thatll kill your connect when the coke price rise

    Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me

    I grew up around some niggas thats not my homies

    Hundred Gs I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)

    Ds come we dump the diesel and battery acid

    This flows been mastered, the ice I flash it

    Chokes me, Ill have your mama picking out your casket, bastard

    Im 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 dont play that

    We dont play that

    We dont play that (G-Unit)

    We dont 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 Ill 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

    Im like Patty LaBelle, homie, Im on my own

    Where I lay my hat is my home, Im a rolling stone

    Cross my path Ill crush ya, thinking I wont touch ya

    Ill 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)




    [ What Up Gangsta Lyrics ]


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