G'D Up - G-Unit

Aint 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

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 cocked, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack

spot take

everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away,

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 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, finish my time

kid

lil nigga I dun paved the way, yall should thank e’m, but if u thank 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 sumthin at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even

when it aint

4th of July it sound like pyro, I’m 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 two rocks will

hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre we takin’over this year k’s and

the soldiers is here everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!

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 through tha night that

gave my homeboy

life so when u do em it do it right, my fingernails still filled with cocaine

residue, i still got

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

until u wake up then u gotta here about these shootings, i take a pull from a loose one and 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

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