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50 Cent - What Up Gangsta

Текст песни: G-Unit We in here We can get the drama popping We don't care It's going down 'Cause I'ma round 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1:] They say I walk around like got an S on my chest Nah, 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 n**ga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't пуе none with ya then fuck 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 shit then they know me I grew up around some n**gas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it, the MAC 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, god [Chorus:] What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [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 shit, 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 fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'ma 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 hoe fuck us, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas [Chorus: 2x] What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Bridge: 4x] 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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50 Cent – <p>50 cent is an American rapper. Curtis has a difficult fate: he grew up with the parents of his mother, who gave birth to him at the age of 15, and at 23 died from gas poisoning. Then the boy begins to get involved in boxing and trade in crack. Somehow he is caught doing this and given 3 years in prison, but the rapper manages to get parole. After giving up the drug trade to devote himself to music, he is shot 9 times in 2000. Then he takes on the pseudonym 50 cent &quot;for a change&quot; and starts recording his first songs in his friend&#39;s basement.</p><p> He became famous after the release of the albums &quot;Get Rich or Die Tryin &#39;&quot; and &quot;The Massacre&quot;, which sold a total circulation of 36 million copies.</p> – Цент Цент cents фифти цент сent 50cent
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G-Unit
We in here
We can get the drama popping
We don't care
It's going down
'Cause I'ma round
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1:]
They say I walk around like got an S on my chest
Nah, 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 n**ga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't пуе none with ya then fuck 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 shit then they know me
I grew up around some n**gas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, the MAC 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, god

[Chorus:]
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[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 shit, 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 fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'ma 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 hoe fuck us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas

[Chorus: 2x]
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Bridge: 4x]
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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