Who U Rep With 50 Cent текст и слова песни

[Nas]

Had talked to the rich ones who flash and floss

pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north

reminisce on the deceased who no longer exsist

only wishin we could bring em back with songls like this

old flicks of us chillin with the old time cliques

hold the nine start some death not our lives we risk

how it used to be, early morn pumpin in shifts

jakes with pale faces and the night is the scariest

they handcuffed me, they knew my government and alias

various calls were made up for awarin us

the deeds in the marked vans and cabs in our land

hood rats get stabbed by niggas who forty

turnin out young ladies and makin athourity(?)

got em coked out

the hood is bugged out thug babies

famous in they strollers

before they walked they knew the hood talk

its in the air of New York

so everybody would pick em up, kissin em up

treatin em like they own, in this hood we call home

fist fight till we grown, then these guns come out

cirlce of life, its kinda deep how we turn out


[50 Cent]

(chorus)

Ay yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more

now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)

who i rep with (QB nigga)

yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more

now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)

who i rep with (QB nigga)


[50 Cent]

Y'all niggas better sober up before you speek to me don't come at me high

last rapper that raised his voice at me got jacked in the eye

now if i say i'm gonna get ya i'ma get ya on the strip in the infinite

at long range i can hit ya

you find out them niggas that witchya ain't even witchya

after the gem start splittin you need an md to stitch ya

peep how i use words to paint pictures

peep how i got niggas with bodies askin me for 10 cent to go hit ya

look my name up in the law book: Curtis Jackson

known for creatin action, by rapidly clappin

nigga i stay strapped, so much i nick-name gats

got a teh i call Tina/

a nine i name Nina

two niggas went to see a loft an they seen her

this QB shit bout to take me to the next level

next crib, next benz, next bitch, next bezzle

its that real


(chorus)


[Bravehearts]

Ay yo who the fuck wanna war?

i gotta four-four penetrate y'all niggas jaw

you see me thugged out, iced out, gettin style

hopin out the range with the gun out

smack your man down you ran off

i was gonna hit em with two, left some for you

i put four, QB rugged and raw

i got sumthin for the rap cats

fish tailed back gats

scope with a beam on it

loaded put your cream on it

shine on scheme on it

i make em dream about it for ever

whatever whatever

get gullied, shots through your leather and cloth

when you scurry off, wake y'all clowns up

yo hollow tips will fight yo jacket

i don't give a fuck who you be

millennium thug, now who the fuck wanted beef?


I master the art

of slap boxin niggas in the dark

QB's big man horse of the braveheart

i'm the sasquatch of rap

collector of gats

test the macs on your bullet proof vests and hats


how bout that

guns bust off i bust back

when trucks backfire i bust back

how bout that?

stomp a mutha fuckin rib out your back

y'all niggas ain't gansta rap

your clique like josie and the pussy cats

when we come around the front stop


y'all can't fuck around you'll get dropped

when guns pop, whos tellin?

twin barrel nines wavin and yellin

QB nigga what?

two time fellon

straight for the mellon, straight for the dome

send a nigga back, get the shells, go straight home

never slip, my ill will to survive is so deep

can't sleep cause of the death, makes me week

pullin triggers at my shadows

bravehearts pop up

Wheres Jungle and Horse shot yo block up


(chorus)