Song lyrics That's what's up by 50 Cent

[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga thatīs whatīs up [repeat 6x]

[50 Cent]
I blast 50 Cent nigga thatīs whatīs up

[Lloyd Banks]
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when niggas surfboard
You aint stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
Beef, you a target
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I aint a peoples person
Iīll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
Iīm like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, Iīm tryin to get in ya draws
Man Iīll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
Iīm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden Iīm gased, cause Iīm on the radio and I canīt wait
If you aint up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
Iīll have niggas post up on ya block like Iīm shootin the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
Iīm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they donīt know the meanings is wit me
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)

[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga thatīs whatīs up [repeat 6x]
Thatīs whatīs up

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin Iīm candy
Aint nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deezīll make fiends do the up-town shake
Iīm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie Iīm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin itīs a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)

[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga thatīs whatīs up [repeat 6x]

[Tony Yayo]
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Donīt get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
Itīs the China White
And the d donīt sweat us in a bag a rice
Letīs ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouthīs a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And, those niggas in the hood donīt wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, itīs Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, Iīm gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

[Banks]
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to gorrilla this industry man
Yall niggas better know
Yall niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck yall niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks nigga
Bllllatttt