G-Unit - Gangsta **** lyrics

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[50 Cent - Talking]

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit

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

Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]

They, they talking that

That gangsta shit

They ain't 'bout that

Man, matter of fact

Hand me my strap

Show me where they at

I'll stop 'em from talking like that

[50 Cent]

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 Mack

But when I come through, shh... the talking stop

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

Now, we can blow an hour talking 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 guerilla 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 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]

He think he a killer but we gon just pay 'im 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

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding

After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we 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 how I knock him off

Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckas!

[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 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 Rambo

You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know

These rap niggas portrayed to be tough, nobody acting soft

'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce

Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic

Waving a white flag, the danger they might have

My niggas buying so much ammo

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

All them sixteens will get ya 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]