Black Tape Song 4 (What Up Gangsta / Out da Box) Madlib (Ft. 50 Cent, Large Professor, Pete Rock & Tony Touch)

[Part I: What Up Gangsta]

[Intro: "Sandy" Davis & 50 Cent]
"Showing the distance between them
One or two more to make you feel sure"
"What up, gangsta?"

[Verse: 50 Cent]
They say I walk around like I got a "S" on my chest
Nah, that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin' the DA might wanna play in court
But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
You gettin' money, I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
D's come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle

[Chorus: 50 Cent & "Sandy" Davis]
Blood (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) What up—
"Close your eyes, if you want to wind
With you around your head, let it go, let it feel you
Take a trip, get your mind and let your mind
Trip to the things, that we do"