[50 Cent]

G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!)

We can get the drama poppin 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.. down

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

What up, blood? (What)

What up, cuz? (What)

What up, blood? (What)

What up, gangstaaah?

[Verse One]

They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chest

Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

I try not to say nothin the D.A., might want to play in court

But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport

Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya

You gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya

I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

I'm the type to kill your connect when the coke price rise

I grew up around some niggaz that's not my homies

Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack I blast it (yeah)

D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid

This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it

Chokes me, I'll have your mama pickin out your casket, bastard

I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle

Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

[Chorus] - (first time w/o first line)

[Bridge]

We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that

(G-Unit) We don't play around

[Verse Twi]

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder

When gangstas bump my shit, 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

Any chick I fuck 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, thinkin I won't touch ya

I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutches

Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

[Chorus]

[Bridge] - repeat 4X