Who U Rep With
50 Cent ft. Nas & Bravehearts Lyrics

Had talked to the rich ones who flash and floss
I spoke with wealthy individuals who display their wealth ostentatiously.

pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
I pour out a drink in memory of my friends who are imprisoned in the northern part of the state.

reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
I reflect on those who have passed away and are no longer alive.

only wishin we could bring em back with songs like this
I only wish we could revive them through music like this track.

old flicks of us chillin with the old time cliques
Looking at old photos of us hanging out with our longtime friends.

hold the nine start some death not our lives we risk
While holding a gun, we often face violence, though we don’t want to gamble with our own lives.

how it used to be, early morn pumpin in shifts
Recalling how things once were, working hard in the early morning hours in shifts.

jakes with pale faces and the night is the scariest
The police (slang for cops) look wary, and nightfall brings anxiety.

they handcuffed me, they knew my government and alias
They arrested me, recognizing both my legal name and street name.

various calls were made up for awarin us
Numerous warnings were issued against us.

the deeds in the marked vans and cabs in our land
Criminal actions taking place in our neighborhood, often involving marked police vehicles.

hood rats get stabbed by niggas who forty
Young individuals from the hood suffer violence from older men, described colloquially.

turnin out young ladies and makin athourity(?)
Exploiting young women and challenging the authority.

got em coked out
They have become addicted to drugs, specifically cocaine.

the hood is bugged out thug babies
The neighborhood is filled with children raised in a tough, criminal environment.

famous in they strollers
Even as infants, these children are recognized in the streets.

before they walked they knew the hood talk
From a young age, they are learning the language and culture of the streets.

its in the air of New York
This urban culture is prevalent and felt throughout New York City.

so everybody would pick em up, kissin em up
Community members affectionately greet and treat these children as their own.

treatin em like they own, in this hood we call home
They are raised in a sense of belonging; this neighborhood feels like home.

fist fight till we grown, then these guns come out
We used to settle disputes with fights until we grew up and turned to gun violence.

circle of life, its kinda deep how we turn out
Reflecting on the cycle of life and how our experiences shape our outcomes.

(chorus) Ay yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more
Those who once wanted conflict are no longer interested in fighting.

now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)
They have changed their minds after recognizing my affiliations.

who i rep with (QB nigga)
I am clear about my loyalty and affiliations.

yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no more
Those who previously sought confrontation are now avoiding it.

now that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)
Awareness of my connections has changed their attitude.

who i rep with (QB nigga)
Reaffirming my alliances and pride in my crew.

Y'all niggas better sober up before you speak to me don't come at me high
You should be clear-minded before addressing me; don't approach me while you're under the influence.

last rapper that raised his voice at me got jacked in the eye
The last rapper who confronted me aggressively faced consequences.

now if i say i'm gonna get ya i'ma get ya on the strip in the infinite
If I claim I will confront you, it will happen anywhere, without limits.

at long range i can hit ya
I possess the skill to target you from a distance.

you find out them niggas that witchya ain't even witchya
You'll realize that the people you believe are with you are not genuine allies.

after the gem start splittin you need an md to stitch ya
Once the violence escalates, you'll require a doctor to mend your injuries.

peep how i use words to paint pictures
Observe how I skillfully craft my lyrics to create vivid imagery.

peep how i got niggas with bodies askin me for 10 cent to go hit ya
Notice how even the most dangerous individuals seek my help for petty amounts to settle scores.

look my name up in the law book: Curtis Jackson
Search for my legal name, known for my reputation and past in the system.

known for creatin action, by rapidly clappin
Recognized for causing commotion through quick and aggressive actions.

nigga i stay strapped, so much i nick-name gats
I carry weapons regularly, so frequently that I've given them nicknames.

got a teh i call Tina/
I have a gun that I affectionately refer to as Tina.

a nine i name Nina
I also have a nine-millimeter gun that I call Nina.

two niggas went to see a loft an they seen her
Two individuals visited a location, and they encountered my weapon.

this QB shit bout to take me to the next level
My association with QB is poised to elevate my career significantly.

next crib, next benz, next bitch, next bezzle
With this success, I'm moving to a bigger house, upgrading my car, and elevating my lifestyle.

its that real
This is authentic and sincere.

(chorus)
Repetition of the core message regarding those who don’t want conflict anymore.

Ay yo who the fuck wanna war?
Who is willing to engage in conflict with me?

i gotta four-four penetrate y'all niggas jaw
I possess a .44 caliber weapon powerful enough to injure you severely.

you see me thugged out, iced out, gettin style
I am visibly tough, adorned with jewelry, showcasing my style.

hopin out the range with the gun out
Exiting a luxury vehicle with my firearm drawn.

smack your man down you ran off
I tackled your associate while you fled from the scene.

i was gonna hit em with two, left some for you
I intended to deal with him more severely, but saved some for you.

i put four, QB rugged and raw
I deliver a powerful impact—raw and unfiltered swag from QB.

i got sumthin for the rap cats
I have something significant to offer the rap community.

fish tailed back gats
Guns with the ability to shoot back when fired.

scope with a beam on it
My firearm is equipped with a sight for precision targeting.

loaded put your cream on it
My weapon is prepared for use; you might lose everything.

shine on scheme on it
I thrive on creating and executing plans to rise above.

i make em dream about it for ever
I aim to make my success something others aspire to achieve permanently.

whatever whatever
It doesn't matter; I’m indifferent to opinions.

get gullied, shots through your leather and cloth
Prepare for severe consequences, with bullets penetrating your clothing.

when you scurry off, wake y'all clowns up
Fleeing from danger won’t save you; you need to be alert.

yo hollow tips will fight yo jacket
Hollow-point bullets will penetrate your protective gear.

i don't give a fuck who you be
I am unconcerned with your identity or status.

millennium thug, now who the fuck wanted beef?
As a modern-day rugged gangster, I challenge anyone who wished for conflict.

I master the art
I have perfected a particular skill.

of slap boxin niggas in the dark
I excel at engaging in covert, confrontational bouts.

QB's big man horse of the braveheart
I am a formidable figure from QB, representing strength and courage.

i'm the sasquatch of rap
I am a rare and formidable presence in the rap scene.

collector of gats
I accumulate firearms as part of my identity.

test the macs on your bullet proof vests and hats
I won’t hesitate to challenge the best protection you have.

how bout that
What do you think about that?

guns bust off i bust back
When shots are fired at me, I retaliate.

when trucks backfire i bust back
Even in unpredictable situations, I respond with force.

how bout that?
What’s your reaction to that?

stomp a mutha fuckin rib out your back
I am capable of inflicting severe physical pain.

y'all niggas ain't gansta rap
You don’t embody the essence of street-inspired rap.

your clique like josie and the pussy cats
Your group is weak and lacks credibility.

when we come around the front stop
You should cease any operations when we approach.

y'all can't fuck around you'll get dropped
You shouldn’t engage with us; otherwise, you will face dire consequences.

when guns pop, whos tellin?
When gunfire erupts, who will be the informant?

twin barrel nines wavin and yellin
I have double-barreled guns that are ready to fire.

QB nigga what?
Acknowledging my affiliation with QB and asserting my presence.

two time fellon
I have multiple felony convictions.

straight for the mellon, straight for the dome
My aim is precise, targeting your head.

send a nigga back, get the shells, go straight home
Once I’m done, I’ll leave the scene and retrieve the evidence.

never slip, my ill will to survive is so deep
I refuse to let my guard down; my drive for survival is intense.

can't sleep cause of the death, makes me week
I struggle to rest due to the presence of mortality surrounding me.

pullin triggers at my shadows
I’m constantly on guard, even seeing potential threats everywhere.

bravehearts pop up
My crew appears ready and willing to support.

Wheres Jungle and Horse shot yo block up
Where are my associates who defend our territory?

(chorus)
The repeated theme emphasizes the shift in rivalry dynamics.