DMX ft. 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta (Remix) lyrics
rate meWhat you really want?
What you really want?
Divorce, the drama, the hurt, the arma
The city, the father, the baby, the momma
The projects, the truck, the children, the Earth
The tears, the hugs, the love, the stars
The feeling, the waits ,the turns, the coffin
The heart broken muffins
It happens too often
The problems, the things, we used to solve them
The herby, the vase, the dirt, the rain
The dirt, the flame, the work, the game
The friends, the folks, the bitches, the hoes
The studio, the shows,
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly,
The one that gives the shots
The snakes, the grass,
The lawnmower right next to the tree
We in it
We in it
We can get the drama here
We don’t get it
I’m just going down
Cause I’m around
50 Cent show me how you get down
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
It’s the hold up around
Like I got an S to my chest
Now you see me all over
Try not to say that to the D.A
While we are in the court
But I hunt niggaz down like it’s a sport
Put it on me
I’ll cut you
Gonna get your opponent
Are you getting money?
I can hit you
You’re not the type to DWY
Gangsta you bought my shit
Then you know me
I grew up around
See this neighborhood is not with my homies
It flows gymnastic
The eyes are flashy
I have your momma pickin’ up your cashy
I’m on the next level
Bitch you’re getting to the medal
Harder then get it blown
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
What up dog?
What up thug?
What up bro?
What up gangsta?
