Текст песни: 50 Cent - Who U Rep With



Ft. Bravehearts, Nas



[Verse 1 - Nas]

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss

Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north

Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist

Only wishin` we could bring them back with songs like dis

Old flicks on us chillin` wit da old time click

Holdin` nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk

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

Various calls were made up for awarin` us

The D`s in the marked vans and cabs

In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty

Turnin` out young lady`s and make them make thoughties

Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out

Thug babies, famous in they strollers

Before they walk they knew the hood talk

It`s in the air of New York

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, it`s kinda deep how we end out.



[Chorus]

Yo them niggas that wanted beef before

Don`t want no beef no mo

Now that they know who I rep with

QB NIGGA!!!

Who I rep with

QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]



[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]

Ya`ll niggas better sober up before ya`ll speak to me, don`t

come at me high

Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye

Now if I say I`m gone get you, I`ma get ya

On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya

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

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 I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats

Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina

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.

It`s that real.



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]

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

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

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

Forever, whatever whatever get gully

Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off

Break ya`ll clowns off

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.



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.



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

Ya`ll niggas ain`t gangsta rap, ya`ll click like Josey and the Pussycats

When we come around da front, stop.



Uh huh, ya`ll can`t fuck around ya`ll get dropped

When guns pop, who`s tellin`

Twin barrel nines wavin` and yellin`, QB NIGGA WHAT

Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome

Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight 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.



[Chorus 2]

Them niggas that wanted war before

Don`t want no war no mo

Now that they know who I rep wit

QB NIGGA!!

Who I rep wit

QB NIGGA!! [repeat]

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Ft. Bravehearts, Nas



[Verse 1 - Nas]

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss

Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north

Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist

Only wishin` we could bring them back with songs like dis

Old flicks on us chillin` wit da old time click

Holdin` nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk

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

Various calls were made up for awarin` us

The D`s in the marked vans and cabs

In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty

Turnin` out young lady`s and make them make thoughties

Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out

Thug babies, famous in they strollers

Before they walk they knew the hood talk

It`s in the air of New York

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, it`s kinda deep how we end out.



[Chorus]

Yo them niggas that wanted beef before

Don`t want no beef no mo

Now that they know who I rep with

QB NIGGA!!!

Who I rep with

QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]



[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]

Ya`ll niggas better sober up before ya`ll speak to me, don`t

come at me high

Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye

Now if I say I`m gone get you, I`ma get ya

On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya

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

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 I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats

Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina

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.

It`s that real.



[Chorus]



[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]

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

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

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

Forever, whatever whatever get gully

Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off

Break ya`ll clowns off

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.



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.



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

Ya`ll niggas ain`t gangsta rap, ya`ll click like Josey and the Pussycats

When we come around da front, stop.



Uh huh, ya`ll can`t fuck around ya`ll get dropped

When guns pop, who`s tellin`

Twin barrel nines wavin` and yellin`, QB NIGGA WHAT

Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome

Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight 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.



[Chorus 2]

Them niggas that wanted war before

Don`t want no war no mo

Now that they know who I rep wit

QB NIGGA!!

Who I rep wit

QB NIGGA!! [repeat]

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