What Up Gangsta Lyrics - 50 Cent

50 Cent Get Rich or Die Tryin’ cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Curtis James Jackson, Robert F. Tewlow
release date: 2003-2-4
producer: Reef
mixer: Dr. Dre
recording engineer: Carlisle Young, Mauricio “Veto” Iragorri and Mike Strange
additional keyboard: Mike Elizondo
assistant engineer: Ruben Rivera
writer: 50 Cent, Reef
G-Unit (Bo!) We in here (Bo!)
We can 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

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?

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 ***** down, like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't get none with ya, then **** 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 ****, them they know me
I grew up around some *****s 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
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

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?

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 ****, 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 **** 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, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your *** using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoes **** us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your *** with some brand new Chuckers

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?

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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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 What Up Gangsta
  • 3 Patiently Waiting
  • 4 Many Men (Wish Death)
  • 5 In da Club
  • 6 High All the Time
  • 7 Heat
  • 8 If I Can’t
  • 9 Blood Hound
  • 10 Back Down
  • 11 P.I.M.P.
  • 12 Like My Style
  • 13 Poor Lil Rich
  • 14 21 Questions
  • 15 Don’t Push Me
  • 16 Gotta Make It to Heaven
  • 17 Wanksta
  • 18 U Not Like Me
  • 19 Life’s on the Line