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fifty cent - that's what's up lyrics

[chorus- banks]
g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit,g-unit [repeat]

[50 cent-between banks]
g-unit n-gg- that’s what’s up [repeat 6x]

[50 cent]
i blast 50 cent n-gg- that’s what’s up

[lloyd banks]
right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
see every now and then i smile just not today
in my hood they let the choppers spray
somebody probably got shot today
i named em pop when n-gg-s surfboard
you aint stoppin me dawg
only time you left ya hood is on monopoly boards
you grimey as birds sh-ttin on the top of ya fords
you will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
i got tattoos as well as lead marks
to me f-cking is kinda like racin and i always get a head start
my opinion of a sweet dream is a dead narc
just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
beef, you a target
cause when we come at yo -ss, aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
man you wanna play wit a ringer?
i aint a peoples person
i’ll give my next door neighbor the finger (f-ck you)
even though i got the sh-t in the stores
i’m like a n-gg- that borrow clothes
b-tch, i’m tryin to get in ya draws
man i’ll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
p-ssys love nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
i’m blowin on d-mn haze
all of a sudden i’m gased, cause i’m on the radio and i can’t wait
if you aint up on thangs
lloyd banks is the name, g-units the game
now i know to keep low when the heat blow
i’ll have n-gg-s post up on ya block like i’m shootin the free throw
still get the green from p-dro, better known as pedro
i’m ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
yea they feinin to stick me, they don’t know the meanings is wit me
snuck in wit christina and brittney
you only spend time at the mall
on new years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)

[chorus- banks]
g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit,g-unit [repeat]

[50 cent-between banks]
g-unit n-gg- that’s what’s up [repeat 6x]
that’s what’s up

[50 cent]
keep thinkin i’m candy
aint nuttin sweet about me
nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
some jake, tryin to watch every move i make
cause my deez’ll make fiends do the up-town shake
i’m a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your f-ckin janitor
they say “god bless the child that could hold his own”
you pay cops to hold you down, i just hold the chrome
every breath i take, every step i take, every move i make
i got a ruger on my hip
you aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
you need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
look homie i’m down for that day-time action
keep thinkin it’s a game time in front of ya home
get the drop on that -ss and shot shadder ya bones (yea)

[chorus- banks]
g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit, g-unittttttt,g-unit,g-unit [repeat]

[50 cent-between banks]
g-unit n-gg- that’s what’s up [repeat 6x]

[tony yayo]
listen boy, tony be the real mccoy
when hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
and even though the kid rappin
i still got fiens in the hood puffin on that magic dragon
my guns under my pillow, i sleep wit my shoes on
every single night me and my mack get our groove on
don’t get moved on
cause i shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
then breeze through ya projects
when the c-ke come back
it’s the china white
and the d don’t sweat us in a bag a rice
let’s ride o t
and burn the tape
i got this bad mommy, her mouth’s a sperm bank
since yayo be a fearless man
i donate my heart to them n-gg-s that ran
and, those n-gg-s in the hood don’t wanna see me famous
they rather see my moms make funeral arangements
i got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
i been spittin that sh-t ever since c-ke crushed
you can hear me on your t.v. and radio at the same time
i never ever say the same rhyme, it’s tony 2 times
beware of my wraith, i’m gone school you n-gg-s
prepare for cl-ss
yo i peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
money you tryin to stack i spent it on blunt wraps

[banks]
word to my mother n-gg- 50 f-ckin cent n-gg-
g-unit n-gg-
we about to gorrilla this industry man
yall n-gg-s better know
yall n-gg-s better fear us n-gg-
word to my mother n-gg-
f-ck yall n-gg-s wanna do
1 2 4 n-gg- g-unit
50 cent
tony yayo
lloyd banks n-gg-
bllllatttt

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