Yeah, it's 50!
Uh-huh, Scrappy!
It's the Unit.
Ah nigga what you don't know, (Hey!)
Is I ride around with the fo'-fo'! (Hey!)
Got a lil' brown tryin' to get some more, (Hey!)
You try to front I'll let the whistles blow! ('Hey!)
The whistles blow
[Chorus]
I represent Atlanta, I'm a' A-Town
Rider, I'll lay a nigga down! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'm a put it to yo' head,
Leave your brains on the ground! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Nigga tricks of the kids niggas out here
Catchin' biz I'm the dick playin' around. (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talking and we talking,
I'm a put that f*ckin' gun in your mouth! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Prince Of The South, back up in this
With the tool in my pocket and the A-town fitted.
If you don't get love from the A, then you ain't winnin'
I'm on the grave, butt naked hoes and big boy pimpin'
In the A, all the niggas, they think I be trippin'
Cause I walk with my gun out, prepare for the lickin'!
The young boys stay Crunk, them rims be spinnin'
Niggas will jack you for your car, I don't care what you whippin'!
But I'm gonna tell you like this, I don't play no games
I was built for this shit and I can take the pain!
Through my whole life course I've been off the chain
And niggas knew I been broke way before the fame!
I been havin' crazy thoughts, of murder a nigga
Ooh, I wish a nigga would! I don't take that shit!
If a lot of talkers are less, walkers that's rich!
My momma taught me to hit every nigga that act like a bitch. (aye!)
[Chorus]
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, there's no place like home
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, There's no place like home
See these streets, pay me! I'm a created a baby
I been like Davie, I don't care if they like me.
If I am A, around my way!
I'm a rep' the A all god damn day.
It's Atlanta GA, so watch what you say,
That's where I stay, I be on Cascade.
The choppers spray, get hit with the 'K,
From a block away, f*ckin' with me!
Aye!, Zone 3 is the place to be,
Where the young niggas will get you got for free.
You don't see a crack head getting Crunk on TV,
And if you don't believe me!
Then why don't you come see, A!
[Chorus]
N**** Whats Up Video (MV)
Performed By: 50 Cent and Lil Scrappy
Written by: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, DARRYL RICHARDSON II, JAKE DUTTON
50 Cent and Lil Scrappy - N**** Whats Up Lyrics
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Yeah, it's 50!
Uh-huh, Scrappy!
It's the Unit.
Ah nigga what you don't know, (Hey!)
Is I ride around with the fo'-fo'! (Hey!)
Got a lil' brown tryin' to get some more, (Hey!)
You try to front I'll let the whistles blow! ('Hey!)
The whistles blow
[Chorus]
I represent Atlanta, I'm a' A-Town
Rider, I'll lay a nigga down! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'm a put it to yo' head,
Leave your brains on the ground! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Nigga tricks of the kids niggas out here
Catchin' biz I'm the dick playin' around. (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talking and we talking,
I'm a put that f*ckin' gun in your mouth! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Prince Of The South, back up in this
With the tool in my pocket and the A-town fitted.
If you don't get love from the A, then you ain't winnin'
I'm on the grave, butt naked hoes and big boy pimpin'
In the A, all the niggas, they think I be trippin'
Cause I walk with my gun out, prepare for the lickin'!
The young boys stay Crunk, them rims be spinnin'
Niggas will jack you for your car, I don't care what you whippin'!
But I'm gonna tell you like this, I don't play no games
I was built for this shit and I can take the pain!
Through my whole life course I've been off the chain
And niggas knew I been broke way before the fame!
I been havin' crazy thoughts, of murder a nigga
Ooh, I wish a nigga would! I don't take that shit!
If a lot of talkers are less, walkers that's rich!
My momma taught me to hit every nigga that act like a bitch. (aye!)
[Chorus]
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, there's no place like home
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, There's no place like home
See these streets, pay me! I'm a created a baby
I been like Davie, I don't care if they like me.
If I am A, around my way!
I'm a rep' the A all god damn day.
It's Atlanta GA, so watch what you say,
That's where I stay, I be on Cascade.
The choppers spray, get hit with the 'K,
From a block away, f*ckin' with me!
Aye!, Zone 3 is the place to be,
Where the young niggas will get you got for free.
You don't see a crack head getting Crunk on TV,
And if you don't believe me!
Then why don't you come see, A!
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, Scrappy!
It's the Unit.
Ah nigga what you don't know, (Hey!)
Is I ride around with the fo'-fo'! (Hey!)
Got a lil' brown tryin' to get some more, (Hey!)
You try to front I'll let the whistles blow! ('Hey!)
The whistles blow
[Chorus]
I represent Atlanta, I'm a' A-Town
Rider, I'll lay a nigga down! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
I ain't aimin' at your legs, I'm a put it to yo' head,
Leave your brains on the ground! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Nigga tricks of the kids niggas out here
Catchin' biz I'm the dick playin' around. (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Shawty gon' keep talking and we talking,
I'm a put that f*ckin' gun in your mouth! (Ah, nigga what's up?)
Prince Of The South, back up in this
With the tool in my pocket and the A-town fitted.
If you don't get love from the A, then you ain't winnin'
I'm on the grave, butt naked hoes and big boy pimpin'
In the A, all the niggas, they think I be trippin'
Cause I walk with my gun out, prepare for the lickin'!
The young boys stay Crunk, them rims be spinnin'
Niggas will jack you for your car, I don't care what you whippin'!
But I'm gonna tell you like this, I don't play no games
I was built for this shit and I can take the pain!
Through my whole life course I've been off the chain
And niggas knew I been broke way before the fame!
I been havin' crazy thoughts, of murder a nigga
Ooh, I wish a nigga would! I don't take that shit!
If a lot of talkers are less, walkers that's rich!
My momma taught me to hit every nigga that act like a bitch. (aye!)
[Chorus]
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, there's no place like home
Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye!
Yeah, There's no place like home
See these streets, pay me! I'm a created a baby
I been like Davie, I don't care if they like me.
If I am A, around my way!
I'm a rep' the A all god damn day.
It's Atlanta GA, so watch what you say,
That's where I stay, I be on Cascade.
The choppers spray, get hit with the 'K,
From a block away, f*ckin' with me!
Aye!, Zone 3 is the place to be,
Where the young niggas will get you got for free.
You don't see a crack head getting Crunk on TV,
And if you don't believe me!
Then why don't you come see, A!
[Chorus]
Writer: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, DARRYL RICHARDSON II, JAKE DUTTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC