50 Cent Who U Rep Wit Lyrics

Who U Rep Wit Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some
liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no
longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like
dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines,
thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn,
pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They
handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up
for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats
get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make
thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous
in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air
of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like
they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns
come out
Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end
out.

[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no
beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
with
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better
sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that
raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you,
I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You
find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split
ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint
pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got
hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin'
action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see
Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next
level
Next 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 war
I got a four four, pierce
ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin'
out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna
hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got
somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it,
loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about
it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and
clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will
flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who
da fuck want it with me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap,
collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and
hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire,
I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas
ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come
around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get
dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and
yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da
dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my
+Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and
Horse shot your block up.

[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war
before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB
NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)