50 Cent Lyrics
"Who
U Rep With"
(feat. Bravehearts, Nas)
[Verse
1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some
liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks
on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not
our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes
wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my
government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in
the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin'
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood
is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they
knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up,
kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist
fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda deep
how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted
beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB
NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse
2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come
at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now
if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long
range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After
da gem stars split ya, 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 ten cents to
got 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 nickname gats
Got
a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they
seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next
Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse
3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck
wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged
out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack
your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I
put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back
gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme
on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots
thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll clowns off
Yo
hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium
Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered
the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm
da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests
and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When
trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll
niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we
come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck
around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines
wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight
to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip,
my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse
shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that
wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB
NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! [repeat]
http://www.lyricssquare.com
All lyrics are property and copyright
of their owners and are provided for educational purposes only.