G Unit G´d up Lyrics

Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm amzing,
I'm 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___ 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 up on tha way,
n____z talkin in tha hood we'll handle his another day,
in November u make my s___,
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 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
m____fuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,
witness my time kid

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[Lloyd Banks]

lil n____ 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 b____ (b____),
before u speak on 50,
buy fourty in a spare clip,
these n____z gettin gassed up gettin to used to rap
like i wont give them more blood clots than supercat,
n____z will s_____ ya im like a bat catcher ill give em signs and they'll post up match 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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