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