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What Up Gangsta chords by 50 Cent

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Verse 1
(A minor) G- Unit (buck), we
in here (buck)
We can get the drama poppin',
we don't care (buck- buck- buck)
It's goin' down (buck), 'cause I'm
around (buck)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down
Verse 2
What up, (A minor) Blood? (What?)
What up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?

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Verse 3
What up, (A minor) Blood? (What?)
What up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?
Verse 4
They say (A minor) I walk around like got
an S on my chest
Nah, that's a semi- auto,
and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin',
the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt a duck nigga down,
(C major) like it's a sport
Front on (A minor) me, I'll cut ya gun-
butt ya or bump ya
You gettin' money? I can't get
none (E minor) wit' ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the (A minor) type to get knocked for DWI
I'm the type that kill your connect when
the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit,
them they know me
I grew up around some niggas
that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what?), the MAC
I blast it (yeah)
D's come,
we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered,
the ice, I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama pickin' out your casket,
bastard
I'm on the next level,
Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle,
blood (what?)
Verse 5
What up, (A minor) Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, gangsta?
Verse 6
What up, (A minor) Blood? (What?)
What up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, (C major) gangsta?
Verse 7
(A minor) We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that
(E minor) G- Unit, we don't play around
Verse 8
I sit (A minor) back , twist the best bud,
burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit,
can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick,
it sound like thunder
In December,
I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine,
every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie,
I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home,
I'm a rollin' stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya,
thinkin' I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass usin' a wheelchair,
cane or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us,
in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some
(C major) brand new Chukkas
Verse 9
What up, (A minor) Blood? (What?)
What up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, (C major) gangsta?
Verse 10
What up, (A minor) Blood? (What?)
What up, Cuz? (What?)
What up, Blood? (What?)
What up, (E minor) gangsta?
Verse 11
(A minor) We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G- Unit)
We don't play around
Verse 12
We don't play that (A minor)
We don't play that
We don't play that (G- Unit)
We don't play around
Verse 13
We don't play that (A minor)
We don't play that
We don't play that
(G- Unit)
We don't play around
Verse 14
We don't play that (A minor)
We don't play that
We don't play that
(G- Unit)
Outro 1
We don't play around
(A minor)
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