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) 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 
What up, Blood? (What) 
What up, Cuz? (What) 
What up, Blood? (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 nigga 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 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 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) 
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 picking out your casket, bastard 
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle 
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) 

[Chorus] (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 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 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 crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya 
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches 
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us 
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas 

[Chorus] (2x) 

[Bridge] (4x)