G-unit Gansta`d Up Lyrics

Gansta`d Up Lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent] 

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel
like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its 

tha things tha i dun
seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i stay 

"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd
Up", when im 

hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit
holes 



[50 Cent] 

Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, a mule
on that greyhound from NY to Carolina, paper 

chase different name, same
face dont catch a case, my road dogs on parole his baby gurls 4 years 

old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur
crack spot take 

everything your ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust
back or run away, niggaz talkin in tha 

hood we'll handle this another
day, in November u make my shit, u should b dead, if u can catch a 

Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them
hollowtips shells 

burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born
make tha world turn, i've seen it all crystal 

clear so i keep my pistol
near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin 

around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my
time kid 



[Chorus] 



[Lloyd Banks] 

lil nigga I
dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy
over 

here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your career bitch
(bitch),before u speak on 50,buy 

fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz
gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give 

them more blood clots
than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em 

signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and
even when it aint tha 

4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to
creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will 

spin u down like tha
young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will 

hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin' over this year case
tha soldiers is 

here everyone knows its a scare (yeah)! 



[Chorus] 



[Young Buck] 

my popa never bothered to show me
what it was to be a man he just pop another bottle n smoke 

up a half a
gram,i would hop in my Impala and ride all throught tha night that gave my
homeboy 

life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled
with cocaine residue,i still got 

tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo
sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin' 

until u wake up n
u gotta here about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha 

clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull it and pop it
(bllaaatt)and if 

its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin' the
graveyard has got plenty room for a 

coffin (haha)they say we responsible
for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these 

young niggaz is
buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'days its


"Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre 



[Chorus]