What Up Gangsta – Song and Lyrics by 50 Cent

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘What Up Gangsta’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

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 a duck nigga 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 nutin’ wit’ ya, then f*ck ya
I’m not the type to get knocked for D.W.I
I’m the type that kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that’s not my homies
Hundred G’s I stash it (what) 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, 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 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 f*ck 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 ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoes f*ck us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass 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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