[Intro]
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G-Unit (Buck), we in here (Buck)
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We could get the drama poppin, we dont care (Buck, buck, buck)
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Its going down (Buck), cause Im around (Buck)
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50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
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[Chorus]
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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[Verse 1]
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They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
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Nah, thats a semi-auto and a vest on my chest
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I try not to say nothin the DA might wanna play in court
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But Ill hunt a duck nigga down like its a sport
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Front on me, Ill cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
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You gettin money, I cant get none with ya, then fuck ya
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Im not the type to get knocked for DWI
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Im the type thatll kill your connect when the coke price rise
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Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
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I grew up around some niggas thats not my homies
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Hundred Gs, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
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Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
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This flows been mastered, the ice, I flash it
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Jux me, Ill have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
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Im on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
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Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle
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[Chorus]
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Blood (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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[Bridge]
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We dont play that, we dont play that
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We dont play that (G-Unit), we dont play around
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[Verse 2]
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I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
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When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
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When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder
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In December, Ill make your block feel like summer
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The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
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Every chick I fuck with is a dime
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Im like Patti LaBelle, homie, Im on my own
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Where I lay my hats my home, Im a rolling stone
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Cross my path, Ill crush ya, thinking I wont touch ya
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Ill have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
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Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us
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Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas
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[Chorus]
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
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What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
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[Outro]
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We dont play that, we dont play that
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We dont play that (G-Unit), we dont play around
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We dont play that, we dont play that
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We dont play that (G-Unit), we dont play around
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We dont play that, we dont play that
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We dont play that (G-Unit), we dont play around
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We dont play that, we dont play that
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We dont play that (G-Unit), we dont play around
