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​Thats Whats Up

This song is by G-Unit.

G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)

G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)

G-Unit
(I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up, adds up)

Right now my life movin' too fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile, just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today

I named 'em pop when niggas surfboard, you stoppin' me dawg
Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin' on the top of ya Ford
You will die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword

I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fuckin' is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin' with red darts

Beef, you a target is when we come at yo ass
Aladdin won't be the only one on the carpet
Man you wanna play with a ringer?
I ain't a peoples person, I'll give my next door neighbor the finger
(Fuck you)

Even though I got the shit in the stores
I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes, bitch I'm tryin' to get in ya draws
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya man's braids
Pussy's love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band-aids

I'm blowin' on damn haze, all of a sudden I'm gased
'Cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
If you ain't up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Unit's the gang

Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll

Yeah, they feinin' to stick me they don't know the meanin's is with me
Snuck in with Christina and Britney
You have only spent time at the mall
On New Year's eve, a body drops around the same time as the ball

G-Unit
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)

G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit
(Absolute love)

Keep thinkin' I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me
Niggas talkin' in the pen's and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin' to watch every move I make
'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake

I'm a pro, I'm far from an amateur
Holdin' more keys than your fuckin' janitor
They say, "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome

Every breath I take, every step I take
Every move I make, I got a Ruger on my hip
You ain't gotta like or love me but you gon' respect me
You need a fifth and two clips to try and check me

Twelve in the afternoon we can start the clappin'
Look homie, I'm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin' it's a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot, shudder ya bones

G-Unit
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)

G-Unit G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit
(G-Unit nigga that's what's up)
G-Unit, G-Unit

Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin'
I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon

My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don't get moved on, 'cause I shoot through your biceps
Your triceps, then breeze through ya projects

When the coke come back, it's the China White
And the D don't sweat us in a bag of rice
Let's ride OT and burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank

Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And the niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
They rather see my mom's make funeral arrangements

I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks
I been spittin' that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your TV and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony two times

Beware of my wrath, I'm gone school you niggas
Prepare for class, yo, I peep where your puns at
Peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin' to stack, I spent it on blunt wraps

Word to my mother nigga, 50 fuckin' Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga, we about to gorrilla this industry man
Y'all niggas better know, y'all niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga fuck y'all niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks nigga

Written by:

Curtis James Jackson