[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 s**t 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 a** wit holes
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, im new 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 a** got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, n****z talkin in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my s**t, u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,n****z will come and leave yo a** twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see n****z 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 muthaf**kas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
lil n**** 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 b**** (b****),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip, these n****z gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,n****z will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here n****z 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)!
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[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 n**** 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 n****z 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
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