Lirik Lagu Gangsta Shit - 50 Cent
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[50 Cent - Talking]Yeah, niggas talkin all that gangsta shitActin like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?Fuckin head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2]They, they talkin thatThat gangsta shitThey ain't about thatMan matter of factHand me my strapShow me where they atI'll stop 'em from talkin like that
[50 Cent]I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salonCause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm onCause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gatThirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MackBut when I come through, shh... the talkin stopMy money long now, I can make the Pope get shotNow, we can blow an hour talkin bout the stones I rockAll the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the dropNow, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shitThat been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as gorilla shitI'm markin my music like diesel on the blockSo if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you notWeed smokers love me like they love BuddhaI'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love HoovaThey tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like youThey ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visitPut the potato in the barrel so nobody hear itI keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John WayneShootin these niggas lights out like Lebron JamesHolla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedinAfter you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatinFull of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamberAin't nothin like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-aNigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by your lonely'So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold meI'm waitin, anticipatin to put a nigga underSmokin like we some Jamaicans fuckin with this ganjaRide with no hesitation, retaliation is a mustBad as I want to, some shit I just don't discussSo point him out and watch how I knock him offEverywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watchin y'all, motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checksI got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in stepsBeggin niggas don't understand thoughProbably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipatin the lamboLean out my bucket for niggas thinkin they RamboYou get one warnin so I suggest you let your man knowThese rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft'Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin applesauceUsually for yappin off and turn apologeticWaving a white flag, the danger they might haveMy niggas buyin so much ammoIf you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handleHoldin sixteens to get your bandages and broke bonesSo I suggest you get alarm systems in both homesThere's only one team on top, we number one with a glockFuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
[Chorus x2]They, they talkin thatThat gangsta shitThey ain't about thatMan matter of factHand me my strapShow me where they atI'll stop 'em from talkin like that
[50 Cent]I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salonCause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm onCause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gatThirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MackBut when I come through, shh... the talkin stopMy money long now, I can make the Pope get shotNow, we can blow an hour talkin bout the stones I rockAll the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the dropNow, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shitThat been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as gorilla shitI'm markin my music like diesel on the blockSo if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you notWeed smokers love me like they love BuddhaI'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love HoovaThey tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like youThey ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visitPut the potato in the barrel so nobody hear itI keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John WayneShootin these niggas lights out like Lebron JamesHolla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedinAfter you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatinFull of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamberAin't nothin like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-aNigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by your lonely'So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold meI'm waitin, anticipatin to put a nigga underSmokin like we some Jamaicans fuckin with this ganjaRide with no hesitation, retaliation is a mustBad as I want to, some shit I just don't discussSo point him out and watch how I knock him offEverywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watchin y'all, motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checksI got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in stepsBeggin niggas don't understand thoughProbably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipatin the lamboLean out my bucket for niggas thinkin they RamboYou get one warnin so I suggest you let your man knowThese rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft'Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin applesauceUsually for yappin off and turn apologeticWaving a white flag, the danger they might haveMy niggas buyin so much ammoIf you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handleHoldin sixteens to get your bandages and broke bonesSo I suggest you get alarm systems in both homesThere's only one team on top, we number one with a glockFuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
