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
[Chorus: x2] 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 or duck a 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 none with ya, then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I I'm the type that'll 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 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 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)
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 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, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane or crutches Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers
[Repeat: x4] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around