Bump Dat Street Mix Lyrics - G-unit

New shit 

Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon 

Bump dat, niggas try to stunt on my click 

Then when I get on that shit 

I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg 

No shell in the head 

Before you put in work, you gotta pump that 

You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin' to polices 

Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that 

This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin' fun with it 

50 Cent, nigga, bump dat 

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My son ask, "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" 

Looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" 

Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock? 

Show 'em the clip, show 'em the beam 

Show 'em how Daddy lean in the convertible Jag, 22 inch mags 

For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag 

I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang 

Shit, I done started my own gang 

I don't go that funny dance, I don't throw gang signs 

But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine 

Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good 

Have Smurf hangin' out the sun roof to light up your hood, man 

'Cause Lethal ain't never seen Blaco comin' 

But if he did you think he woulda started runnin'? 

And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs 

And leave you flat your back, brat 

Take that 

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Bump dat, niggas try to stunt on my click 

Then when I get on that shit 

I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg 

No shell in the head 

Before you put in work, you gotta pump that 

You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin' to polices 

Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that 

This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin' fun with it 

50 Cent, nigga, bump dat 

I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma 

Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma 

It's hard to live, but it's easy to die 

So I'm going through life lookin' death in the eye 

These rappers ain't gun slingers, they R&B singers 

G-Unit, come through with some guerilla niggas 

Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent 

'Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print 

And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure 

I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my ever 

It's TO N Y, stay with a semi 

Milk your crack spot till the shit be bone dry 

You think you pump hard? Nigga, I pump harder 

My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger 

When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack 

Shit the work out later and hit 'em with that 

If it's a direct sale I'ma change the bill 

Tryin' to push the new Range 'cause they changed the grille 

Look nigga we icey thugs 

We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves 

Bump dat, niggas try to stunt on my click 

Then when I get on that shit 

I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg 

No shell in the head 

Before you put in work, you gotta pump that 

You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin' to polices 

Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that 

This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin' fun with it 

50 Cent, nigga, bump dat 

Just havin' fun with this rap shit, man 

It never stops 

My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street? 

And y'all ain't even hear the new shit 

Just keep goin' and goin' and goin' 

Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery 

It never stops, word up 

G-Unit, sha money XL