Lirik Lagu Who U Rep With - 50 Cent
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*(feat. Bravehearts, Nas)
[Verse 1 - Nas]Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and flossPour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up northReminisce on the deceased who no longer existOnly wishin' we could bring them back with songs like disOld flicks on us chillin' wit da old time clickHoldin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we riskHow it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shiftsJakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariestThey handcuff me, they knew my government and aliasVarious calls were made up for awarin' usThe D's in the marked vans and cabsIn our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who fortyTurnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughtiesGot them coked out, the hood is bugged outThug babies, famous in they strollersBefore they walk they knew the hood talkIt's in the air of New YorkSo everybody'll pick em up, kissin em upTreatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call homeFist fight till we grown and these guns come outCircle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]Yo them niggas that wanted beef beforeDon't want no beef no moNow that they know who I rep withQB NIGGA!!!Who I rep withQB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me highLast rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eyeNow if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get yaOn da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit yaYou find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit yaAfter da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch yaPeep how I use words to paint picturesPeep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit yaLook my name up in the law book, Curtis JacksonKnown for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gatsGot a tech I call Tina, a nine I name NinaTwo niggas went to see Allah afta they seen herThis QB shit, bout to take me to da next levelNext crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.It's that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna warI got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jawYou see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness StoutHopin' out the Range wit da gun outSmack your man down, you ran offI was gonna hit him with two, I left some for youI put four, QB rugged and rawI got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gatsScope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on itShine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about itForever, whatever whatever get gullyShots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly offBreak ya'll clowns offYo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you beMillennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da darkQB's big man, Horse of the BraveheartsI'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gatsTestin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust backWhen trucks backfire, I bust backHow bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur backYa'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the PussycatsWhen we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get droppedWhen guns pop, who's tellin'Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHATTwo-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da domeSend a nigga back, get da shells, go straight homeNever slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deepCan't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weakPullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop upWiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]Them niggas that wanted war beforeDon't want no war no moNow that they know who I rep witQB NIGGA!!Who I rep witQB NIGGA!! [repeat]
[Verse 1 - Nas]Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and flossPour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up northReminisce on the deceased who no longer existOnly wishin' we could bring them back with songs like disOld flicks on us chillin' wit da old time clickHoldin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we riskHow it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shiftsJakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariestThey handcuff me, they knew my government and aliasVarious calls were made up for awarin' usThe D's in the marked vans and cabsIn our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who fortyTurnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughtiesGot them coked out, the hood is bugged outThug babies, famous in they strollersBefore they walk they knew the hood talkIt's in the air of New YorkSo everybody'll pick em up, kissin em upTreatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call homeFist fight till we grown and these guns come outCircle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]Yo them niggas that wanted beef beforeDon't want no beef no moNow that they know who I rep withQB NIGGA!!!Who I rep withQB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me highLast rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eyeNow if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get yaOn da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit yaYou find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit yaAfter da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch yaPeep how I use words to paint picturesPeep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit yaLook my name up in the law book, Curtis JacksonKnown for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gatsGot a tech I call Tina, a nine I name NinaTwo niggas went to see Allah afta they seen herThis QB shit, bout to take me to da next levelNext crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.It's that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna warI got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jawYou see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness StoutHopin' out the Range wit da gun outSmack your man down, you ran offI was gonna hit him with two, I left some for youI put four, QB rugged and rawI got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gatsScope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on itShine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about itForever, whatever whatever get gullyShots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly offBreak ya'll clowns offYo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you beMillennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da darkQB's big man, Horse of the BraveheartsI'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gatsTestin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust backWhen trucks backfire, I bust backHow bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur backYa'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the PussycatsWhen we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get droppedWhen guns pop, who's tellin'Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHATTwo-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da domeSend a nigga back, get da shells, go straight homeNever slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deepCan't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weakPullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop upWiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]Them niggas that wanted war beforeDon't want no war no moNow that they know who I rep witQB NIGGA!!Who I rep witQB NIGGA!! [repeat]
