Who I Rep With
50 Cent Lyrics

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Saluting the wealthy individuals who flaunt their riches.

Pour some liquors out to my Dogs trapped up north
Paying tribute to the incarcerated members of the crew.

Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them Back with songs like dis
Recalling the departed members and longing for a way to resurrect them.

Old flicks on us chillin' wit Da old time clique Holdin' nines, thoughts of death Not our lives we risk
Remembering the old days when they used to hang out with the crew, carrying guns with no fear of risking their lives.

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
Reflecting on the past when they used to deal drugs early in the morning, but police were always on their tails, aware of their true identities.

Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land
Calling out the police who would use fake calls and undercover tactics to catch them in the act of illegal activities in their territory.

Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and Make them make thotties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Portraying the harsh reality of the hood, where older men prey on young girls, turning them into sex workers while keeping them addicted to drugs.

Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York
Describing how newborns in the neighborhood grow up knowing the gang culture, before they even learn how to walk or talk.

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
Embodying the sense of community in the neighborhood, where everyone treats each other like family until it inevitably leads to physical violence and gunfights.

It's kinda deep how we end out
Reflecting on the deep and complex nature of how their lives turned out, with a mix of admiration and regret.

Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo
Noting how rivals who used to provoke them and want to start trouble have now backed down.

Ya'll niggas better sober up before Ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Advising others to be sober before engaging in a conversation with him, not coming to him under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

Last rapper that raised his voice to me Got jabbed in da eye
Recalling how a rival rapper tried to confront him and ended up getting physically assaulted by him.

Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya On da strength of da inf From long range I can hit ya
Making it clear that if he threatens someone, he will follow through with it, and he has the power to do so from a long distance.

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
Noticing that some of the people who claim to be on his side are actually not on his side, and if someone betrays him, they'll be in need of medical attention.

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
Boasting about his lyrical skills and reputation for causing violence, to the point where people who want someone killed come to him asking for help.

I stay strapped So much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Showing how heavily armed he is, giving his guns nicknames for easy reference.

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
Describing how two people have died after encountering the level of violence he's capable of, and expressing his desire to move forward and upgrade his lifestyle.

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
Issuing a challenge to anyone who wants to start trouble, boasting about his firepower and gangster appearance.

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
Bringing up a recent incident where he was planning to physically assault someone, but decided to leave some for his crew to take care of before ultimately delivering a beating himself.

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
Threatening his rivals in the rap industry that he has weaponry concealed or with a laser sight, and warning them not to mess with his crew or they'll regret it.

Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off
Promising to always be ready for violence, and stating his ability to shoot through thick layers of clothing and hats, incapacitating his enemies.

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
Visualizing his bullets rapidly hitting someone's coat, and bragging about his status as a gangster in the new millennium.

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
Referring to his prowess in fighting and boxing, being a big man in the crew and known as the Sasquash of rap, and testing his guns on bulletproof gear.

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
Taking every trigger pull as a challenge and always being ready to respond with bullets, even when the sound is just a vehicle's backfiring, and describing how he would physically assault someone.

Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap Ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
Insulting other rappers by saying they aren't real gangsters, and comparing them to a cartoon about a girl band.

When we come around da front, stop Uh huh Ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
Signaling his arrival as a warning for others to stop what they're doing, since they could get hurt otherwise.

When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin' QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon
Reflecting on the consequences of gun violence, with no witnesses to report it, and boasting about his twin-barreled guns and criminal record.

Straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells Go straight home
Intending to shoot someone in the head, leaving their body on the street, and then going 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
Being constantly alert and vigilant, since he knows that death is always close by, and admitting that it can take a mental toll on him. Then switching to describing how his crew attacks others.