Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Up Gangsta , by - 50 Cent. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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, bright ring bigot bezzle |
| Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what) |
| 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 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 |