Текст песни 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta?
50 Cent - What Up Gangsta? слова песни
G-Unit (What)We in here (What)We can get the drama poppingWe 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 chestNaw, that`s a semi-auto, and a vest on my chestI try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in courtBut I`ll hunt or duck a nigga down like it`s sportFront on me, I`ll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump yaYou getting money? I can`t none with ya then fuck yaI`m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.I`m the type that`ll kill your connect when the coke price riseGangstas, they bump my shit then they know meI grew up around some niggas that`s not my homiesHundred G`s I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)D`s come we dump the diesel and battery acidThis flow`s been mastered, the ice I flash itChokes me, I`ll have your mama picking out your casket, bastardI`m on the next level, right lane forget bezzleBenz 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 thatWe don`t play thatWe don`t play that (G-Unit)We don`t play around[Verse 2]I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonderWhen gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunderIn December I`ll make your block feel like summerThe rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nineEvery chick I fuck with is a dimeI`m like Patty LaBelle, homie, I`m on my ownWhere I lay my hat is my home, I`m a rolling stoneCross my path I`ll crush ya, thinking I won`t touch yaI`ll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutchesIndustry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love usStomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas[Chorus] (2x)[Bridge] (4x)