Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Lead Vocals
Elizondo
Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Tewlow
Robert Tewlow
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Ruben Rivera
Ruben Rivera
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eminem
Eminem
Executive Producer
M. Strange
M. Strange
Recording Engineer
Rob Tewlow
Rob Tewlow
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
G-Unit (Pow)
We in here (Pow)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (Pow-pow-pow)
It's going down (Pow)
'Cause I'm around (Pow)
50 Cent
You know how I gets down (Down)
[Verse 2]
What up ****? (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 3]
What up ****? (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 4]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Naw, that's ****o, in a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin' the DA, might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a **** down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll ****, **** butt ya or bump ya
You gettin' money? I can't get none with ya then **** ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
I'm the type that **** your connect when the ****
Gangstas, they bump my ****, them they know me
I grew up around some **** that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (What), **** (Yeah)
D's come we dump the **** in battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Juxx me, I'll have your mama picking out ****, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle
[Verse 5]
**** (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 6]
What up ****? (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 7]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 8]
I sit back, ****, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my ****, can they hear my hunger?
When the **** 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 ****
Every chick I **** with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rollin' stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin' I won't touch ya
I'll have your **** in a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry ****, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your **** with some brand new Chukkas
[Verse 9]
What up ****? (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 10]
What up ****? (What)
What up cuz? (What)
What up ****? (What)
What up gangsta?
[Verse 11]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 12]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 13]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 14]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Robert Tewlow
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