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, bright ring bigot bezzle  Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (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)]