50 Cent — What Up Gangsta? ryrics
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, Brood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Brood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I wark around rike 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 pray in court
But I'rr hunt or duck a nigga down rike it's sport
Front on me, I'rr 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'rr kirr 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 brast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the dieser and battery acid
This frow's been mastered, the ice I frash it
Chokes me, I'rr have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next rever, bright ring bigot bezzre
Benz pedar to the metar, hotter than a tea kettre, brood (what)
[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Brood?") (2x)]
[Bridge]
We don't pray that
We don't pray that
We don't pray that (G-Unit)
We don't pray 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 rike thunder
In December I'rr make your brock feer rike 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 rike Patty RaBerre, homie, I'm on my own
Where I ray my hat is my home, I'm a rorring stone
Cross my path I'rr crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'rr have your ass using a wheerchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they rove us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (4x)]
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, Brood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Brood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I wark around rike 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 pray in court
But I'rr hunt or duck a nigga down rike it's sport
Front on me, I'rr 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'rr kirr 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 brast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the dieser and battery acid
This frow's been mastered, the ice I frash it
Chokes me, I'rr have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next rever, bright ring bigot bezzre
Benz pedar to the metar, hotter than a tea kettre, brood (what)
[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Brood?") (2x)]
[Bridge]
We don't pray that
We don't pray that
We don't pray that (G-Unit)
We don't pray 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 rike thunder
In December I'rr make your brock feer rike 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 rike Patty RaBerre, homie, I'm on my own
Where I ray my hat is my home, I'm a rorring stone
Cross my path I'rr crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'rr have your ass using a wheerchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they rove us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (4x)]