What Up Gangsta Chords by 50 Cent

Tempo:
82.75 bpm
Chords used:

C#m

G#m

F#

F#m

D#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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What Up Gangsta chords
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[C#m] G-Unit, we in it, we can keep the drama poppin' we don't care, this goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, you know how this down, down
What up God, what up God, what up God, what up gangsta, what up God, what up God, what up God, 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' to D.A.
Might want to play it caught, but I hunnit duck nigga down like it's a sport, put on me, I'll cut ya, gun butt ya, up up, 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 get connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, then they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies, honey cheese, I stash it, the Mac, I blast it
D's come, we dump the diesel and battery acid, this clothes been mastered, the ice, I flash it, Chooks be, I had your mama pickin' out your casket
Bastard, I'm on the next level, bright link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the teakettle
What up, God?
What up, Gangsta?
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't [G#m] play that, you don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, who's the best bud, burnin' wonder when gangstas bought my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like y'all up, in December, I make your block feel like summer, the rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime, I'm like Grady LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hacks, my home, I'm a rolling stone, fuck my half, I fuck it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair?
Can't no fuckers, industry, hoe fuckers, in the hood, they love it, snub a bone out your [E] ass with some brand new chuckers
[C#m] What up, God?
What up, Gangsta?
What up, God?
[F#m] [C#m] What [G#m] up, Gangsta?
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play around
[F#] [C#m]
[F#] [D#] [C#m]
[F#] [D#] [C#m] [N]
Key:  
C#m
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G#m
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F#
134211112
F#m
123111112
D#
12341116
C#m
13421114
G#m
123111114
F#
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To learn 50 Cent - What Up Gangsta chords, your first step should be understanding these chords - F#m, C#m, G#m, C#m, D#, C#m, F# and D# in sequence. Begin your practice at a relaxed 41 BPM, then work your way up to the song's BPM of 83. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: C# Minor.

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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ G-Unit, we in it, we can keep the drama poppin' we don't care, this goin' down, cause I'm around, 50 Cent, you know how this down, down
What up God, what up God, what up God, what up gangsta, what up God, what up God, what up God, 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' to D.A.
Might want to play it caught, but I hunnit duck nigga down like it's a sport, put on me, I'll cut ya, gun butt ya, up up, 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 get connect when the coke price high
Gangsta, they bought my shit, then they know me, I grew up around some niggas, it's not my homies, honey cheese, I stash it, the Mac, I blast it
D's come, we dump the diesel and battery acid, this clothes been mastered, the ice, I flash it, Chooks be, I had your mama pickin' out your casket
Bastard, I'm on the next level, bright link, forget bezel, Benz, pedal to the metal, hotter than the teakettle
What up, God?
_ What up, Gangsta?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We don't play that, [F#m] we don't play [C#m] that, we don't [G#m] play that, you don't play [C#m] around
I sit back, who's the best bud, burnin' wonder when gangstas bought my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, you up quick, it sound like y'all up, in December, I make your block feel like summer, the rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, they think I fuck what is a dime, I'm like Grady LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hacks, my home, I'm a rolling stone, fuck my half, I fuck it, thinkin' I won't touch it, I had your ass, who's in the wheelchair?
Can't no fuckers, industry, hoe fuckers, in the hood, they love it, snub a bone out your [E] ass with some brand new chuckers
[C#m] What up, God?
What _ up, Gangsta?
What up, God?
_ [F#m] _ [C#m] What [G#m] up, Gangsta?
[C#m] We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play around _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ _ [N] _

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The Get Rich Or Die Tryin album includes this song.

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