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Album: Miscellaneous (2009)
Artists: 50 Cent

  1. 21 Questions
  2. After My Cheddar
  3. As The World Turns
  4. Back Down
  5. Banks Victory
  6. Be A Gentleman
  7. Blood Hound
  8. Bodegas
  9. Don't Push Me
  10. Doo Wop Freestyle
  11. Fuck Dat Bitch
  12. Fuck You
  13. Funk Flex
  14. G-Unit Soliders
  15. Get Out The Club
  16. Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)
  17. Ghetto Qua Ran
  18. Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)
  19. Green Lantern
  20. Gun Runners
  21. Heat
  22. High All The Time
  23. How To Rob An Industry Nigga
  24. I'm A Hustler
  25. If I Can't
  26. In Da Club
  27. Life's On The Line
  28. Like My Style
  29. Love Me
  30. Many Men
  31. Not Like Me
  32. P.I.M.P.
  33. Patiently Waiting
  34. Places To Go
  35. Poor Lil Rich
  36. Rap Game
  37. Rotten Apple
  38. Rowdy Rowdy
  39. Say What You Want
  40. That Ain't Gangsta
  41. That's What's Up
  42. The Good Die Young
  43. Thug Love
  44. Till I Collapse Freestyle
  45. U Heard Me
  46. U Not Like Me
  47. Wanksta
  48. Wanksta (Remix)
  49. What Up Gangsta?
  50. Whoo Kid Freestyle
  51. You Ain't No Gangsta


50 Cent
Miscellaneous
What Up Gangsta?
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 nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck 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 then they know me
I grew up around some niggas 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, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus] (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

[Bridge]
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 dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck 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 fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge] (4x)
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