[50 Cent - Talking]
|
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
|
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
|
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
|
|
[Chorus x2]
|
They, they talking that
|
That gangsta shit
|
They ain't about that
|
Man, matter of fact
|
Hand me my strap
|
Show me where they at
|
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
|
|
[50 Cent]
|
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
|
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
|
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
|
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
|
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
|
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
|
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
|
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
|
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
|
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
|
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
|
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
|
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
|
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
|
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
|
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Young Buck]
|
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
|
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
|
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
|
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
|
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
|
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
|
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
|
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
|
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
|
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
|
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
|
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
|
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
|
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
|
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
|
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Lloyd Banks]
|
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
|
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
|
Begging niggas don't understand though
|
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
|
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
|
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
|
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
|
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
|
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
|
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
|
My niggas buying so much ammo
|
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
|
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
|
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
|
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
|
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Gangsta Shit
|
G-Unit |