[00:05.23]g-unit （what）
[00:05.73]we in here （what）
[00:07.95]we can get the drama popping
[00:09.43]we don't care （what, what, what）
[00:10.97]it's going down （what）
[00:12.38]'cause i'm around （what）
[00:13.77]50 cent, you know how i gets down （down）
[00:17.17]chorus: repeat 2x]
[00:20.46]what up, blood?（what）
[00:21.16]what up, cuz?（what）
[00:21.87]what up, blood?（what）
[00:22.56]what up, gangstaaa?
[00:23.32]verse 1]
[00:28.42]they say i walk around like got an "s" on my chest
[00:31.16]naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
[00:33.62]i try not to say nothing, the da might want to play in court
[00:37.26]but i'll hunt or duck a mother****er down like it's sport
[00:40.04]front on me, i'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
[00:43.33]you getting money? i can't get none with ya then **** ya
[00:46.31]i'm not the type to get knocked for d.w.i.
[00:48.52]i'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
[00:51.74]gangstas, they bump my shit them they know me
[00:53.99]i grew up around some mother****ers that's not my homies
[00:56.97]hundred g's i stash it （what）, the mack i blast it （yeah）
[01:00.35]d's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
[01:02.65]this flow's been mastered, the ice i flash it
[01:05.57]chokes me, i'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
[01:10.07]i'm on the next level, breitling baguette bezel
[01:11.70]benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood （whoa）
[01:15.24]chorus （1st time w o first "what up, blood?"）（2x）]
[01:18.40]what up,（what）
[01:18.80]what up, cuz?（what）
[01:21.23]what up, blood?（what）
[01:22.33]what up, gangstaaa?
[01:27.26]we don't play that
[01:28.90]we don't play that
[01:30.44]we don't play that （g-unit）
[01:31.71]we don't play around
[01:32.62]verse 2]
[01:33.57]i sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
[01:35.49]when gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
[01:37.69]when the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
[01:40.60]in december i'll make your block feel like summer
[01:43.43]the rap critics say i can rhyme,
[01:45.46]the fiends say my shit is a nine
[01:47.80]every chick i **** with is a dime
[01:49.90]i'm like patty labelle, homie, i'm on my own
[01:53.07]where i lay my hat is my home, i'm a rolling stone
[01:55.86]cross my path i'll crush ya, thinking i won't touch ya
[01:58.76]i'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
[02:01.23]industry hoe niggas, in the hood they love us
[02:04.35]stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[02:06.81]chorus （2x）]
[02:07.72]what up, blood?（what）
[02:08.38]what up, cuz?（what）
[02:09.04]what up, blood?（what）
[02:10.32]what up, gangstaaa?
[02:12.24]bridge （4x）]
[02:20.36]we don't play that
[02:21.21]we don't play that
[02:22.28]we don't play that （g-unit）
[02:23.86]we don't play around
[02:24.77]end

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 mother****er down like it's sport
front on me, i'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
you getting money? i can't get none with ya then **** 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 them they know me
i grew up around some mother****ers 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, breitling baguette bezel
benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood （whoa）
chorus （1st time w o first "what up, blood?"）（2x）]
what up,（what）
what up, cuz?（what）
what up, blood?（what）
what up, gangstaaa?
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 shit is a nine
every chick i **** 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 niggas, in the hood they love us
stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
chorus （2x）]
what up, blood?（what）
what up, cuz?（what）
what up, blood?（what）
what up, gangstaaa?
bridge （4x）]
we don't play that
we don't play that
we don't play that （g-unit）
we don't play around
end