What Up Gangsta Chords by 50 Cent
Tempo:
82.65 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
G#m
E
D#
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] G-Unit, we in, we can keep the drama poppin' we don't care
This goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, I just downed down
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Now that's a semi-auto, in the vest on my chest I try not to say nothin'
The DA might want to play it hard, but I hunnit duck niggas [E] down like it's a sport
[C#m] But on me, I cut ya, gun butt ya, buck me, you gettin' money?
I can't get [G#m] nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm [C#m] not the type to get knocked for DWI, I'm the type that can't connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, them they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies
Honey G's I smash it, the Mack I blast it, these come, we dump the diesel and battery acid
This clothes been mastered, the ice I flash it, Chooksby I had your mama pickin' out your casket
I'm on the next level, right link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the Tickettoe
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't play [G#m] that chicken, we don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, what's the best blood, burnin' wonder when gangsta bought my shit, can they hear my hunger
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like thunder, in December I make it block, feel like summer
The rap could exactly rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime
I'm like Daddy LaBelle homie, I'm on my own, where I lay my hats, my home, I'm a roll of snow
Fuck my pap, I cross it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair, can't no fuckers
In the street, hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us, dump a bone out your [E] ass, put some brand new chuggers
[C#m] What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, [D#] what [C#m] up blood, what up blood, [G#m] what up gangsta
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that chicken, we don't play around
[F#] [G#m] [C#m]
[F#] [D#] [C#m]
This goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, I just downed down
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Now that's a semi-auto, in the vest on my chest I try not to say nothin'
The DA might want to play it hard, but I hunnit duck niggas [E] down like it's a sport
[C#m] But on me, I cut ya, gun butt ya, buck me, you gettin' money?
I can't get [G#m] nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm [C#m] not the type to get knocked for DWI, I'm the type that can't connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, them they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies
Honey G's I smash it, the Mack I blast it, these come, we dump the diesel and battery acid
This clothes been mastered, the ice I flash it, Chooksby I had your mama pickin' out your casket
I'm on the next level, right link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the Tickettoe
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't play [G#m] that chicken, we don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, what's the best blood, burnin' wonder when gangsta bought my shit, can they hear my hunger
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like thunder, in December I make it block, feel like summer
The rap could exactly rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime
I'm like Daddy LaBelle homie, I'm on my own, where I lay my hats, my home, I'm a roll of snow
Fuck my pap, I cross it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair, can't no fuckers
In the street, hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us, dump a bone out your [E] ass, put some brand new chuggers
[C#m] What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, [D#] what [C#m] up blood, what up blood, [G#m] what up gangsta
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that chicken, we don't play around
[F#] [G#m] [C#m]
[F#] [D#] [C#m]
Key:
C#m
G#m
E
D#
F#
C#m
G#m
E
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ G-Unit, we in, we can keep the drama poppin' we don't care
This goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, I just downed down
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Now that's a semi-auto, in the vest on my chest I try not to say nothin'
The DA might want to play it hard, but I hunnit duck niggas [E] down like it's a sport
[C#m] But on me, I cut ya, gun butt ya, buck me, you gettin' money?
I can't get [G#m] nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm [C#m] not the type to get knocked for DWI, I'm the type that can't connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, them they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies
Honey G's I smash it, the Mack I blast it, these come, we dump the diesel and battery acid
This clothes been mastered, the ice I flash it, Chooksby I had your mama pickin' out your casket
I'm on the next level, right link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the Tickettoe
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't play [G#m] that chicken, we don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, what's the best blood, burnin' wonder when gangsta bought my shit, can they hear my hunger
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like thunder, in December I make it block, feel like summer
The rap could exactly rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime
I'm like Daddy LaBelle homie, I'm on my own, where I lay my hats, my home, I'm a roll of snow
Fuck my pap, I cross it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair, can't no fuckers
In the street, hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us, dump a bone out your [E] ass, put some brand new chuggers
[C#m] What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, [D#] what [C#m] up blood, what up blood, [G#m] what up gangsta
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that chicken, we don't play around _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _ _
This goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, I just downed down
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Now that's a semi-auto, in the vest on my chest I try not to say nothin'
The DA might want to play it hard, but I hunnit duck niggas [E] down like it's a sport
[C#m] But on me, I cut ya, gun butt ya, buck me, you gettin' money?
I can't get [G#m] nothin' with ya, then fuck ya
I'm [C#m] not the type to get knocked for DWI, I'm the type that can't connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, them they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies
Honey G's I smash it, the Mack I blast it, these come, we dump the diesel and battery acid
This clothes been mastered, the ice I flash it, Chooksby I had your mama pickin' out your casket
I'm on the next level, right link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the Tickettoe
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't play [G#m] that chicken, we don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, what's the best blood, burnin' wonder when gangsta bought my shit, can they hear my hunger
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like thunder, in December I make it block, feel like summer
The rap could exactly rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime
I'm like Daddy LaBelle homie, I'm on my own, where I lay my hats, my home, I'm a roll of snow
Fuck my pap, I cross it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair, can't no fuckers
In the street, hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us, dump a bone out your [E] ass, put some brand new chuggers
[C#m] What up blood, what up blood, what up blood, what up gangsta
What up blood, [D#] what [C#m] up blood, what up blood, [G#m] what up gangsta
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that chicken, we don't play around _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#] _ [G#m] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _ _