Gangsta Shit

[50 Cent - Talking]

Yeah, niggas talkin all that gangsta shit

Actin like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?

Fuckin head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]

They, they talkin 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 talkin like that

[50 Cent]

I'm the talk to hit 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 talkin stop

My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot

Now, we can blow an hour talkin 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 gorilla shit

I'm markin 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

Shootin these niggas lights out like Lebron James

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedin

After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatin

Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber

Ain't nothin 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 waitin, anticipatin to put a nigga under

Smokin like we some Jamaicans fuckin 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 watchin y'all, motherfucker!

[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

Beggin niggas don't understand though

Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipatin the lambo

Lean out my bucket for niggas thinkin they Rambo

You get one warnin 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, eatin applesauce

Usually for yappin off and turn apologetic

Waving a white flag, the danger they might have

My niggas buyin so much ammo

If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle

Holdin 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]