That’s What’s Up lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
I blast, 50 Cent n*gga that's what's up

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
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 name don' pop when n*ggas surfboard
You ain't stoppin' me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards (Yea)
I'm grimy as birds sh*ttin 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 (Woo) f*cking 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
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet, man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I ain't a peoples person, I give my next door neighbor the finger (f*ck you)
Even though I got the sh*t in the stores, I'm like a n*gga that borrow clothes
b*tch, I'm tryna get in ya draws, man, I dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear Band-Aids (Ha ha ha)
I'm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I'm gassed, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave
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 have n*ggas 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 or egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the ninas is wit me, snuck in wit Christina and Britney
Y'all only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (Yea)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit (That's what's up), G-Unittttttt

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy
Ain't nuttin' sweet about me
Nigaas talkin' in the pens, in the street about me (Wooo!)
Some Jake, tryna watch every move I make
Cause my diesel'll make fiends do the up-town shake, I'm a pro
I'm far from a amateur, holdin' more keys than your f*ckin' janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome (Woo)
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
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin' (Goddamn)
Look homie I'm down for that daytime action
Keep thinkin' it's a game till I'm in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shatter ya bones (Yea!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unit
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga that's what's up
G-Unit, (Yea) G-Unittttttt
G-Unit n*gga (Uh) that's (Uh) what's up (Geah, uh, yea)
G-Unit, G-Unit (Front, I blast ya up)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent, Both]
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy (Uh huh)
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy (Yea!)
And even though the kid rappin'
I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon (Wooo!)
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mac 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 ([?] ya self)
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them n*ggas that ran
And, the n*ggas 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*t ever since cold crush
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 gon' school you n*ggas
Prepare for class
Yo, I peep where your funds at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryna stack, I spent that on blunt wraps
[Outro: Bang Em Smurf]
Word to my mother n*gga 50 f*ckin' Cent n*gga (G-Unit n*gga)
G-Unit n*gga
We about to gorrilla this industry' man
Y'all n*ggas better know
Y'all n*ggas better fear us n*gga
Word to my mother n*gga
f*ck y'all n*ggas wanna do
134 n*gga, G-Unit
50 Cent, Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks n*gga
Bllllatttt
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