That's What's Up

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

G-Unit, 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)

I blast, 50 Cent, nigga, that's what's up

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]

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 chopper spray

Somebody probably got shot today

My name done popped when niggas surfboard

You ain't stoppin' me, dog

Only time you left your hood is on Monopoly boards (Yeah)

I'm grimy as birds shitting on the top of your Ford

You will die by the gun if you ain't dropping your sword

I got tattoos as well as lead marks

To me fucking's kinda like racing and I always get a head start

My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead narc

Just yesterday guns was blasting with red darts

Beef, you a target

'Cause when we done with your ass Aladdin won't be the only one on the carpet

Man, you wanna play with a ringer?

I ain't a people's person, I give my next door neighbor the finger (Fuck you)

Even though I got this shit in the stores

I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes, bitch, I'm tryna get in ya drawers

Man, I dump a whole clip in your man' braids

Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear Band-Aids (Hahaha)

I'm blowing on damn haze

All of the sudden I'm gassed 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave

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

And have niggas post up on your block like I'm shooting free throw

Still get the green from P-Dro

Better known as Pedro, I'm ghetto like a patty or egg-roll

Yeah, they fiendin' to stick me

They don't know the ninas is with me

Snuck in with Christina and Britney

Y'all only spend time at the mall

On New Years Eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (Yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

G-Unit, 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 (That's what's up)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Keep thinking I'm candy, ain't nothin' sweet about me

Niggas talkin' in the pen's, in the street about me (Woo)

Some Jake tryna watch every move I make

'Cause my diesel make fiends do the up-town shake

I'm a pro, I'm far from a 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 (Woo)

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' (Goddamn)

Look, homie, I'm down for that daytime action

Keep thinkin' it's a game 'til I'm in front of your home

Get the drop on that ass and shots shatter your bones (Yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

G-Unit, 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 (Don't front, I'll blast it off)

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]

Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy (Uh-huh)

When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy (Yeah)

And even though the kid rappin'

I still got fiends in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon (Woo)

My gun's under my pillow, I sleep with my shoes on

Every single night me and my MAC get our groove on

Don't get moved on

'Cause I shoot through your biceps, your triceps, then breeze through your 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 tank

I got this bad mami, her mouth a sperm bank

Since Yayo be a fearless man

I donate my heart to them niggas that ran

And them niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous

They'd rather see my moms make funeral arrangements

I got enough rhymes to fill six notebooks

And been spittin' that shit ever since Cold Crush

You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time

I never ever say the same rhyme

It's Tony Two Times, beware my wrath

I'm gon' school you niggas, prepare for class

Yo, I peep where your funds at, peep where you pump that

Money you tryna stack, I spent that on blunt wraps

[Outro: Bang Em Smurf]

Word to my mother, nigga

50 fuckin' Cent, nigga

G-Unit nigga

We about to guerrilla 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?

One-Three-Four, nigga, G-Unit

50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, nigga

Blatt, pop off