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Gangsta Shit
G-Unit Lyrics


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Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you know?

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this; 50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, you love the kid, 50 on that killa shit
That big mobster bad man; BGF guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat, and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll turn your kids to a shooter
Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James
Holla my name; give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 could even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans, fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfucka!

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends; just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass out the steps
Begging niggas don't understand, no
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating' the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin' apple sauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, for danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change
You'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top; we number one with a Glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass shot

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Gangsta Shit" by G-Unit are a representation of the rapper's reaction to those who talk tough but cannot handle the pressure of living the gangsta life in reality. The monologue describes the consequences of living in a world where only the strongest and the most ruthless survive. Being a prominent figure in the rap game, 50 Cent's lyrics discuss the topic of money and power, and it's notoriety in the streets. There's a sense of assertion in his tone, expressing that he won't tolerate anyone messing with him.


50 Cent's rhymes stress the point that other rappers' talk is nothing but empty. He makes the distinction between those who are true gangsters versus those who are pretending. In this sense, it is the rapper's way of warning his enemies that he means business and his "strap" is always loaded. Although he also alludes to the lifestyle's considerable rewards, 50 Cent's lyrics avoid glorifying it; instead, they emphasize the life's harshness and the ultimate price you pay for pursuing gang activity.


In conclusion, "Gangsta Shit" is a direct call-out to those who claim to live the life of a gangster but are not about that life. It is a song about respect, strength, and warning; 50 Cent doesn't entertain any pretenders, so don't test his gangsta.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
People are frequently talking about being gangsters and act as if I do not belong in the hood.


Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
People behave like my monetary funds do not hold any value in the neighborhood.


Fucking head blown off, nigga; you know?
They could lose their life over the behavior they are displaying.


They, they talking that
The individuals are saying that


That gangsta shit
About being a gangster


They ain't about that
They aren't actually gangster


Man, matter of fact
Actually,


Hand me my strap
Pass me my gun


Show me where they at
Let me know where they are


I'll stop 'em from talking like that
I will make them shut up


I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
I am frequently the subject of discussion in hair salons and barber shops


Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Because the other people who are rapping are not doing what I am doing


Cause 50 this; 50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Talking about 50 cent's persona and his gun


Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
The gun is loaded with a magazine containing thirty-two bullets and hollow tips.


But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
When I come around, people stop talking


My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
I have enough money to commit an act of violence against the Pope himself.


Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
We could spend hours talking about the expensive jewelry I own.


Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Or talk about the women I have who ride around in my convertible.


Now, Nas, you love the kid, 50 on that killa shit
Nas, you like me for my personality and my tendency for violence.


That big mobster bad man; BGF guerrilla shit
I am a criminal and a member of the Black Guerilla Family gang.


I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
I am spreading my music like drugs on the street.


So if you with me you gon' eat, and you gon' starve if you not
If you are on my side, you will be successful, and if not, you won't.


Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
People who smoke marijuana are fond of me like they are of Buddha.


I'll turn your kids to a shooter
I will make your kids into someone who can shoot a gun.


Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover
The Crip gang members respect me like they do J. Edgar Hoover.


They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They warn me to be cautious because people want to be like me.


They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!
They are not accustomed to someone as tough as me.


You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit
People who think they are gangsters will be visited by my crew.


Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
We will attach a silencer to the gun so that it doesn't make any noise.


I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
I carry my gun around in a holster like John Wayne in his movies.


Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James
I am shooting my enemies extremely accurately like LeBron James shoots basketballs.


Holla my name; give me a reason to see you bleeding
Call my name and you will have a reason to be hurt.


After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even
After I hit you with these bullets, we will be even.


Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
I will be full of rage and continue shooting until I run out of bullets.


Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
It's very frustrating when you get shot and don't know who did it.


Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
Someone advised me to do my violent acts alone.


So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 could even hold me
I went and attacked them before 50 Cent could stop me.


I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
I am waiting and keenly looking forward to hurting someone.


Smoking like we some Jamaicans, fucking with this ganja
We are smoking marijuana like Jamaicans as we plot our violence.


Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
I will act without hesitation and violence in return is necessary.


Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
Although I may want to, there is some violence that I don't talk about.


So point him out and watch I knock him off
Tell me who he is and I will kill him.


Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfucka!
Everywhere you go, someone is watching you, bastards!


Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends; just cut the checks
I am not here to be friendly; I am here to get paid.


I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass out the steps
I have a shotgun that is capable of killing you.


Begging niggas don't understand, no
People who beg for forgiveness do not understand the situation.


Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating' the lambo
Possibly because my hand moves so fast when I am thinking about my Lamborghini.


Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
I will point my gun at people who think they are Rambo.


You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know
I will give you a single warning before taking action, so tell your friends.


These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
Other rappers pretend to be strong, and no one is acting soft.


Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin' apple sauce
Until they are hospitalized and dependent on others.


Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
They are usually becoming apologetic after running their mouth.


Waving a white flag, for danger they might have
Surrendering to avoid danger.


My niggas buying so much ammo
My associates are purchasing a lot of ammunition.


If you reach in the couch for loose change
If you are looking under your couch cushions for money,


You'll probably feel on the handle
You will likely touch my gun handle that I have hidden under there.


Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
I am using guns with sixteen bullets in them to inflict injuries that will require bandages and result in broken bones.


So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
It is recommended to install alarm systems in both homes to avoid being robbed by me.


There's only one team on top; we number one with a Glock
Our team is the best, and we use Glock guns, which are considered the best.


Fuck around and get your dumb ass shot
Don't mess around or you will be shot and injured.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, BASIL GLENDON GABBIDON, DAVID HINDS, SELWYN DELRAINZE BROWN, ALFONSO MARTIN, RONNIE MCQUEEN, STEVE NESBITT, MICHAEL RILEY, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON

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