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G-Unit That's What's Up
50 Cent
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Let's go
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit) (50 Cent)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit) (Yayo, Lloyd Banks)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit) (shysef)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit) (teamwork)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up, I blast 50 Cent, nigga, that's what's up
Right now my life movin' too fast to stop and pray (don't stop)
See, every now and then I smile, just not today (let's go)
In my hood they let the chopper spray
Somebody probably got shot today
My name done popped when niggas surfboard, you ain't stoppin' me, dog
Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards
I'm grimy as birds shitting on the top of your Ford
You will die by the gun if you ain't dropping your sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking's kinda like racing and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead narc
Just yesterday guns was blasting with red darts
Beef, you a target
'Cause when we done with your ass, Aladdin' won't be the only one on the carpet
Man, you wanna play with a ringer?
I ain't a people's person, I give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got this shit in the stores
I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes, bitch, I'm tryna get in ya drawers
Man, I dump a whole clip in your man' braids
Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear Band-Aids
I'm blowing on damn haze
All of the sudden, I'm gassed 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Unit's the gang
Now, I know to keep low when the heat blow
And have niggas post up on your block like I'm shooting free throw
Still get the green from P-Dro
Better known as Pedro, I'm ghetto like a patty or egg-roll
Yeah, they fiendin' to stick me
They don't know the ninas is with me, snuck in with Christina and Britney
Y'all only spend time at the mall
On New Year's Eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yeah)
(G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit)
Keep thinking I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me
Niggas talkin' in the pen's, in the street about me
Some jake tryna watch every move I make
'Cause my diesel make fiends do the up-town shake
I'm a pro, I'm far from a amateur
Holdin' more keys than your fuckin' 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 ain't gotta like or love me, but you gon' respect me
You need a fifth and two clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon, we can start the clappin'
Look, homie, I'm down for that daytime action
Keep thinkin' it's a game 'til I'm in front of your home
Get the drop on that ass and shots shatter your bones (yeah)
(G-Unit, G-Unit) (OK)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit) (don't stop)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit) (right)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit) (uh-huh)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit)
G-Unit, nigga, that's what's up (G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit), don't front, I'll blast it off
Let's go, Yayo
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy (uh-huh)
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy (yeah)
And even though the kid rappin'
I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon (woo)
My gun's under my pillow, I sleep with my shoes on
Every single night me and my MAC get our groove on
Don't get moved on 'cause I shoot through your biceps
Your triceps, then breeze through your projects
When the coke come back, it's the China White
And the D don't sweat us in a bag of rice
Let's ride OT and burn the tank
I got this bad mami, her mouth a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And them niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
They'd rather see my moms make funeral arrangements
I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks
And been spittin' that shit ever since Cold Crush
You can hear me on your TV and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme
It's Tony Two Times, beware my wrath
I'm gon' school you niggas, prepare for class
Yo, I peep where your funds at, peep where you pump that
Money you tryna stack, I spent that on blunt wraps
Word to my mother, nigga
50 fuckin' Cent, nigga
G-Unit, nigga (brrah)
We about to guerrilla this industry, man
Y'all niggas better know
Y'all niggas better fear us, nigga
Word to my mother, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?
One-Three-Four, nigga, G-Unit
50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, nigga
Brh