Gangsta'd Up

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah I stay with my ratchet, nigga Go 'head, jump bad, nigga You best be on yo best behavior out this motherfucker Ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] I got a rifle with a scope in the trunk of the Viper So I shoot off the roof like the D.C. sniper I just bought a bezel, and a brand new piece And a level two vest and a brand new piece See y'all hip-hop niggas don't want no beef Y'all get shot and rat to the hip-hop police Nigga two guns up, I run up in your label Why your guns in the house like a couch potato? YEAH! [Chorus: 50 Cent] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] These hoes want me to stop, but this is the worst part I was born with this game like birthmarks I don't trip, but I'ma get a little watch from my modelin' chick 'Cause she spent a lot of time on my dick I get a new fan every single time that I spit Gray and blue Benz, lovin' every diamond I get Fast and furious in the Rang Rove', 'cause my bread folds Beef I hit your neck and turn your jewelry into red gold, nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I'm from the bottom man niggas know I came up hard I got a temper man I'm lookin' for some shit to start Man my tax bracket change, I'm sittin' on some change The hoes man they changed they don't treat me the same (WOO!) It's not my looks that's got me all up in them drawers It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini doors Man them D's they done turned them dogs into dope fiends Smell a leak in my clothes so they barkin' at me - WHOA!! [Break: 50 Cent] Yeah That's gon' have to be good enough I lost a friend tonight Jam Master Jay Rest in peace I send my love to his family 50 Cent y'all [Chorus: 50 Cent] I stay gangsta'd up, niggas ain't got shit on me And, I stay with my gat, in case I gotta pop somebody Geeee-Unit clique, you're blind if you can't see That weeeee run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody [Outro: 50 Cent] G-Unit, God's Plan! Damn... {*gunshot*}