Gangsta’d Up lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I stay with my ratchet n*gga
Go 'head and talk bad n*gga
You best be on your best behaviour out this motherf*cker!
Ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I stay gangsta'd up, n*ggas ain't got sh*t on me
And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets, n*gga you better ask somebody

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper
So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper
I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece
And a level two vest and a brand new piece
See y'all hip-hop n*ggas don't want no beef
Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police
n*gga two guns up, I run up in your label
Why your guns in the house like a couch potato? YEAH!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I stay gangsta'd up, n*ggas ain't got sh*t on me
And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets, n*gga you better ask somebody
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part
I was born with this game like birthmarks
I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch from my modelin' chick
'Cause she spent a lot of time on my di*k
I get a new fan every single time that I spit
Gray and blue Benz, lovin' every diamond I get
Fast and furious in the Rang Rove', 'cause my bread folds
Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold, n*gga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I stay gangsta'd up, n*ggas ain't got sh*t on me
And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets, n*gga you better ask somebody

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm from the bottom man n*ggas know I came up hard
I got a temper man I'm lookin' for some sh*t to start
Man my tax bracket change, I'm sittin' on some change
The hoes man they changed they don't treat me the same (WOO!)
It's not my looks that's got me all up in them drawers
It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors
Man them D's they done turned them dogs into dope fiends
Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin' at me - WHOA!!
[Break: 50 Cent]
Yeah
That's gon' have to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight
Jam Master Jay
Rest in peace
I send my love to his family
50 Cent y'all

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I stay gangsta'd up, n*ggas ain't got sh*t on me
And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody
Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see
That weeeee run the streets, n*gga you better ask somebody

[Outro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, God's Plan!
Damn... {*gunshot*}