[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit (Po!)
We in here (Po!)
We can get the drama poppin', we don't care (Po! Po! Po!)
It's going down (Po!)
I come around (Po!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (down!)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
What up Blood
What up Cuz
What up Blood
What up gangsta
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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 n***a down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-bu*t you or buck you
You getting money, I can't get none with ya, then f** ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I
I'm the type that'll k** your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my sh**, them they know me
I grew up around some n***as that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, the mac I blast it
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, ba*tard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood
[Hook]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play around
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my sh**, can they hear my hunger
When the fifth 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 f** 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 a** using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes f** us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your a** with some brand new Chukka
[Hook]
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