G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don`t care (What, what, what)
It`s going down (What)
`Cause I`m around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
 [bad word]  repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, god? (what)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1]
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 [bad word] down like it`s sport
Front on me, I`ll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can`t none with ya then [bad word] 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 [bad word] then 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) [bad word] we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow`s been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I`ll have your mama picking out your casket, [bad word] I`m on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)
 [bad word]  (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

[Bridge]
We don`t play that
We don`t play that
We don`t play that (G-Unit)
We don`t play around

[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my [bad word]  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 [bad word] with is a dime
I`m like Patty 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 [bad word] ya, thinking I won`t touch ya
I`ll have your [bad word] using a wheelchair, cane, or [bad word] Industry hoe [bad word]  in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your [bad word] with some brand new chuckas
 [bad word]  (x3)