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riot_angel - 50 cent - what up ( lyrics

[intro]
(bo!), here (bo!)
we could get the drama popping, 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, down

[chorus]
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
[verse 1]
they say i walk around like i got a s on my chest
nah, that’s a semi+auto, in a vest on my chest
i try not to say nothing, the da might wanna play in court
but i’ll hunt a duck n+gga down like it’s a sport
front on me, i’ll cut you, gun+b+tt you or buck you
you getting money, i can’t get nothin’ with ya, then f+ck ya
i’m not the type to get knocked for dwi
i’m the type that’ll k!ll your connect when the coke price rise
gangstas, they bump my sh+t, them, they know me
i grew up around some n+ggas that’s not my homies
hundred g’s, i stash it (what?), the mac, i blast it (yeah)
d’s come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
this flow’s been mastered, the ice, i flash it
jux me, i’ll have your mama picking out your casket, b+st+rd
i’m on the next level, breitling baguette bezel
benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle

[chorus]
blood (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
[bridge]
we don’t play that
we don’t play that
we don’t play that (g+unit)
we don’t play around

[verse 2]
i sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
when gangstas bump my sh+t, can they hear my hunger?
when the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound 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 f+ck with is a dime
i’m like patti labelle, homie, i’m on my own
where i lay my hat’s 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 hoes f+ck us, in the hood, they love us
stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chukkas

[chorus]
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, cuz? (what?)
what up, blood? (what?)
what up, gangsta?
[outro]
we don’t play that
we don’t play that
we don’t play that (g+unit)
we don’t play around
we don’t play that
we don’t play that
we don’t play that (g+unit)
we don’t play around
we don’t play that
we don’t play that
we don’t play that (g+unit)
we don’t play around
we don’t play that
we don’t play that
we don’t play that (g+unit)
we don’t play around

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