G`d Up Lyrics

G`d Up lyrics




[Chorus: 50 Cent]    



Im amzing,im 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,im new on that greyhound fuckin wit 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 up on tha way,niggaz
talkin in tha

hood we'll handle his 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
seen it all crispy

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 paid ya 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 gettin 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 post up match 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

light 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]