G-unit - Thats Whats Up lyrics

G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit (I blast 50 Cent n***a that's what's up, adds up) Right now my life movin' too fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile, just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named 'em pop when n***as surfboard, you stoppin' me dawg Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds sh**tin' on the top of ya Ford You will die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me f**in' is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin' with red darts Beef, you a target is when we come at yo a** Aladdin won't be the only one on the carpet Man you wanna play with a ringer? I ain't a peoples person, I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (f** you) Even though I got the sh** in the stores I'm like a n***a that borrow clothes, b**h I'm tryin' to get in ya draws Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya man's braids p**y's love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band-aids I'm blowin' on damn haze, all of a sudden I'm gased 'Cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait 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 I'll have n***as post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the free throw Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yeah, they feinin' to stick me they don't know the meanin's is with me Snuck in with Christina and Britney You have only spent time at the mall On New Year's eve, a body drops around the same time as the ball G-Unit G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit (Absolute love) Keep thinkin' I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me n***as talkin' in the pen's and in the street about me Some jake, tryin' to watch every move I make 'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, I'm far from an amateur Holdin' more keys than your f**in' 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 Twelve in the afternoon we can start the clappin' Look homie, I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin' it's a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that a** and shot, shudder ya bones G-Unit G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit (G-Unit n***a that's what's up) G-Unit, G-Unit Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin' I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on, 'cause I shoot through your biceps Your triceps, then breeze through ya 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 tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a s**m bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them n***as that ran And the n***as in the hood don't wanna see me famous They rather see my mom's make funeral arrangements I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks I been spittin' that sh** ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony two times Beware of my wrath, I'm gone school you n***as Prepare for cla**, yo, I peep where your puns at Peep where you pumped that Money you tryin' to stack, I spent it on blunt wraps Word to my mother n***a, 50 f**in' Cent n***a G-Unit n***a, we about to gorrilla this industry man Ya'll n***as better know, ya'll n***as better fear us n***a Word to my mother n***a f** ya'll n***as wanna do 1 2 4 n***a, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks n***a