50 Cent - G'd Up
[Chorus: 50 Cent]Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made meFeels like my emotions are frozeI stay G'd UpIts the things that I seenAnd the shit ive been through that made my heart turn coldI stay G'd Up,I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toesI stay G'd Up,When im hangin' out tha window wit that AKFillin ya punk ass wit holesI stay G'd Up[50 Cent]Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas,Paper chase, different nameSame face, don't catch a caseMy road dog's on paroleHis baby gurls 4 years oldWe play tha block, pistol cockedYou could shoot or get shotKill u for ur crack spotTake everything your ass gotSemi-automatic sprayBust back or run awayNiggaz talkin in tha hoodWe'll handle his another dayIn November, you make my shitlistYou did, you can cancel christmasI'll send you a giftNiggaz will come and leave yo' ass twistedDem hollowtip shells burn baby burnAs a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turnsI seen it all crystal clearSo I keep my pistol nearHearts never full of fearHomie I stay well awareOf what's goin around me, muthafuckas want me deadI go with a smile on my face, when it's my time kid[Chorus]Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y'all should thank 'em,But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'emI'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch)Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clipThese niggaz gassed upGettin too used to rapLike I wont give them more blood clots than supercatNiggaz'll snatch yaI'm like a backcatcher (nigga)I'll give a sign and they'll throw sumthin at yaRound here niggaz die off hydroAnd even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyroI'm smart enuff to creep and lay your dumb brains downThe pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah)I know im hot but hey (hey)I'm icy tooRocks will hit u from a block awayLike a beat from Dr.DreWe takin' over this yearK's and the soldiers is hereEveryone knows that your scared (yeah)![Chorus][Young Buck]My popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a manHe just pop another bottle n smoke up a half a gramI would hop in my Impala and ride all through the nightThey gave my homeboy lifeSo when you do it do it right,My fingernails still filled with cocaine residueI still got tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho)No other solutionYou think we hollerin n hootin'Until you wake up (buck!)Then you gotta here about these shootingsI take a pull from a loose oneAnd put tha clip in my pocketBefore I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)And if it's beef my niggaThen let your guns do ya talkin'The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rateThey say that we da reason why these young niggaz buying weightBut im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'dayIts "Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre[Chorus]
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