50 Cent Feat Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo That`s What`s Up Lyrics

That`s What`s Up Lyrics

50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

 

 That's What's Up

 

 [50 Cent-between Banks]

 G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]

 

 [50 Cent]

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

 

 [Lloyd Banks]

 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 aint stoppin me dawg

 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 aint 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 wont be the only one the carpet

 Man you wanna play wit a ringer?

 I aint a peoples 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

 Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids

 I'm blowin on damn haze

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

 If you aint 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

 Yea 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 (yea)

 

 [Chorus- Banks]

 G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

 

 [50 Cent-between Banks]

 G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]

 That's what's up

 

 [50 Cent]

 Keep thinkin I'm candy

 Aint 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 aint 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 (yea)

 

 [Chorus- Banks]

 G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

 

 [50 Cent-between Banks]

 G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]

 

 [Tony Yayo]

 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 tricepts 

 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 arangements

 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

 

 [Banks]

 Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga

 G-Unit nigga

 We about to gorrilla this industry man

 Yall niggas better know 

 Yall niggas better fear us nigga

 Word to my mother nigga

 Fuck yall niggas wanna do 

 1 2 4 nigga G-Unit

 50 Cent

 Tony Yayo

 Lloyd Banks nigga

 Bllllatttt