G-Unit (What). We in here (What). We can get the drama popping. We don't care (What what what). It's going down (What). 'Cause I'm around (What). 50 Cent you know how I gets down (Down). [Chorus: repeat 2X]. What up Blood? (What). What up Cuz? (What). What up Blood? (What). What up Gangstaaa?. [Verse 1]. They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest. Naw that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest. I try not to say nothing the DA might want to play in court. But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport. Front on me I'll cut ya gun-butt ya or bump ya. You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya. I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise. Gangstas they bump my shit then they know me. I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies. Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack I blast it (yeah). D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid. This flow's been mastered the ice I flash it. Chokes me I'll have your mama picking out your casket bastard. I'm on the next level right lane forget bezzle. Benz pedal to the metal hotter than a tea kettle god (what). [Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up Blood?") (2x)]. [Bridge]. We don't play that. We don't play that. We don't play that (G-Unit). We don't play around. [Verse 2]. I sit back twist the best bud burn and wonder. When gangstas bump my shit can they hear my hunger?. When the 5th kick duck quick it sounds 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 Patty LaBelle homie I'm on my own. Where I lay my hat is my home I'm a rolling stone. Cross my path I'll crush ya thinking I won't touch ya. I'll have your ass using a wheelchair cane or crutches. Industry hoe fuckers in the hood they love us. Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas. [Chorus (2x)]. [Bridge (4x)]