That's What's Up Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up 

Right now my life movin' to fast to stop and pray 

See every now and then I smile just not today 

In my hood they let the choppers spray 

Somebody probably got shot today 

I named 'em pop when niggas surfboard 

You ain't stoppin' me dawg 

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Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 

You grimey as birds shittin' on the top of ya Fords 

You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin' ya sword 

I got tattoos as well as lead marks 

To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start 

My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC 

Just yesterday guns is blastin' with red darts 

Beef, you a target 'cause when we come at yo ass 

Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet 

Man, you wanna play wit' a ringer 

I ain't a people's person 

I'll give my next door neighbor the finger 

(Fuck you) 

Even though I got the shit in the stores 

I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes 

Bitch, I'm tryin' to get in ya draws 

Man, I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids 

Pussies love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear band aids 

I'm blowin' on damn haze 

Photos 

All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait 

If you ain't up on thangs 

Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game 

Now I know to keep low when the heat blow 

I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin' the free throw 

Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro 

I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg roll 

Yeah, they feinin' to stick me 

They don't know the meanings is wit' me 

Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney 

You only spend time at the mall 

On New Years eve a body drops around 

The same time as the ball 

(Yeah) 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

That's what's up 

Keep thinkin' I'm candy ain't nuttin' sweet about me 

Nigaas talkin' in the pens and in the street about me 

Some jake, tryin' to watch every move I make 

'Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake 

I'm a pro, far from a amateur 

Holdin' more keys than your fuckin' janitor 

They say, "God bless the child that could hold his own" 

You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome 

Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make 

I got a ruger on my hip 

You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me 

You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 

12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin' 

Look homie I'm down for that day-time action 

Keep thinkin' it's a game time in front of ya home 

Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones 

(Yeah) 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

G-Unit nigga that's what's up 

Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy 

When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy 

And even though the kid rappin' 

I still got fiens in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon 

My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit' my shoes on 

Every single night me and my mack get our groove on 

Don't get moved on 

'Cause I shoot through your bicepts your triceps 

Then breeze through ya projects when the coke come back 

It's the China White and the D don't sweat us in a bag a rice 

Let's ride O T and burn the tape 

I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank 

Since Yayo be a fearless man 

I donate my heart to them niggas that ran 

And those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous 

They rather see my moms make funeral arrangements 

I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks 

I been spittin' that shit ever since coke crushed 

You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time 

I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times 

Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas, prepare for class 

Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that 

Money you tryin' to stack I spent it on blunt wraps 

Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin' Cent nigga, G-Unit nigga 

We about to gorilla this industry man 

Y'all niggas better know, y'all niggas better fear us nigga 

Word to my mother nigga, fuck y'all niggas wanna do 

1 2 4 nigga G-Unit, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo 

Lloyd Banks nigga