[50 Cent] G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!) We can get the drama poppin we don't care (bo! bo! bo!) It's going down (bo!) Cause I'm around (bo!) 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, gangstaaah?
[Verse One] They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothin the D.A., 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 gettin 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 to kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggaz 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 pickin out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)
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[Bridge] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around
[Verse Twi] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth 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 Any chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patti 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, thinkin I won't touch ya I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers