Gangsta **** Lyrics - G-unit

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit 

Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood 

You know what I mean? 

Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

I'm the talk to hit every barber shop and beauty salon 

'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on 

'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat 

Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack 

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But when I come through, shh the talking stop 

My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot 

Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock 

All the hoes I got, 'cause he stunts in the drop 

Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit 

That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit 

I'm marking my music like diesel on the block 

So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not 

Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha 

I'll send your kids through the shooter 

Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova 

They tell me see careful good 

'Cause niggas wanna see like you 

They ain't used to a G like you, bam 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

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They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

You think you a killer but we gonna just pay 'em a visit 

Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it 

I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne 

Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James 

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding 

After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating 

Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber 

Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame 

A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" 

So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me 

I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under 

Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja 

Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must 

Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss 

So point him out and watch how I knock him off 

Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching y'all 

Motherfuckers 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

Come on, nigga 

I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks 

I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps 

Begging niggas don't understand though 

Probably 'cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo 

Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo 

You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know 

These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 

'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce 

Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic 

Waving a white flag, the danger they might have 

My niggas buying so much ammo if you reach in the couch 

For loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle 

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones 

So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes 

There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock 

Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass shot 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that, that gangsta shit 

They ain't about that man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap, show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that