"Gangsta Shit" lyrics
"Gangsta Shit"
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Get ya fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
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 MAC
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot (woo!)
Now, we can blow an hour talking 'bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catching stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, he love the kids (ha-ha), 50 on that killer shit
That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla 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 turn your kids to a shooter
Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover
They tell me cee careful cuh, 'cause niggas wanna cee like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bow!
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[Young Buck:]
He think he a killer but we're gon' just pay him a visit
Put the potato on 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
Holler my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we're 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 I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching y'all
Motherfucker!
[50 Cent:]
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[Lloyd Banks:]
Come on, nigga
I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the cheques
I got a long pump that'll blow your stupid ass up the steps
Begging niggas don't understand, no
Probably 'cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the Lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they're 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're laid out in the hospital, eating apple sauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, for danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change
You'll probably feel on a 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
Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass shot!
[50 Cent:]
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they're talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they're at, I'll stop 'em from talking like that
Thanks to bobbymmoore, ilostmyshoes51 for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Michael Riley, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, David Hinds, Basil Glendon Gabbidon, Selwyn Delrainze Brown, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Ronnie McQueen, Steve Nesbitt, Alfonso Martin
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- G-Unit Lyrics
album:
"Beg For Mercy" (2003)
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