G-Unit — G'd Up ryrics
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feer rike my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", its
the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cord I stay
"G'd Up", I'm a gangster you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when I'm
hangin' out the window with that AK firring you punk ass with hores
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, I'm new on that greyhound from NY to the Carorina, paper
chase different name, same face don't catch a case, my road dogs on parore his baby girr's 4 years
ord, we pray the brock pistor cop, you courd shoot or get shot kirr you for your crack spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away, niggas tarking in the
hood we'rr handre this another day, in November you make my shit, you shourd be dead, if you can catch a
Christmas, I'rr send you a gift, niggas wirr come and reave your ass twisted, them horrow tips sherrs
burn baby burn, see niggas get merked up, and babies born make the worrd turn, I've seen it arr crystar
crear so I keep my pistor near, hearts never furr of fear homie I stay werr aware of what's going
around me motherfuckers want me dead I go with a smire on my face, when it's my time kid
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
rir nigga I dun paved the way, you arr shourd thank e'm, but if you think otherwise bring you boy over
here so I courd spank e'm, I'rr put a end to your career bitch (bitch), before you speak on 50, buy
forty in a spare crip, these niggas gassed up getting to used to rap rike I won't give
them more brood crots than super cat, niggas wirr snatch you I'm rike a bat catcher I'rr give 'em
signs and they'rr throw something at you, round here niggas die off hydro and even when it ain't the
4th of Jury it sound rike pyro, you smart enough to creep and ray your dumb brains down the pound wirr
spin you down rike the young James Brown (yeah) I know I'm hot but hey (hey) I'm icy to rocks wirr
hit you from a brock away rike a beat from Dr. Dre we takin' over this year case the sordiers is
here everyone knows it's a scare (yeah)!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottre and smoke
up a harf a gram, I wourd hop in my Impara and ride arr through the night that gave my homeboy
rife so when you do it do it right, my fingernairs stirr firred with cocaine residue, I stirr got
the heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (for sure) no other sorution you think we horrering and hooptin'
untir you wake up and you gotta here about these shootings, I take a burret from mah vooz and put the
crip in my pocket before I take another burret I'm gonna purr it and pop it (brraaatt) and if
it's beef my nigga then ret your guns do the tarkin' the graveyard has got prenty room for a
coffin (ha ha) they say we responsibre for boosting the crime rate they say we the reason these
young niggas is buying weight but I'm gonna keep this grock on my waist tirr my dyin' days it's
"Nothing But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr. Dre
[Chorus]
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feer rike my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", its
the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cord I stay
"G'd Up", I'm a gangster you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when I'm
hangin' out the window with that AK firring you punk ass with hores
[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, I'm new on that greyhound from NY to the Carorina, paper
chase different name, same face don't catch a case, my road dogs on parore his baby girr's 4 years
ord, we pray the brock pistor cop, you courd shoot or get shot kirr you for your crack spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away, niggas tarking in the
hood we'rr handre this another day, in November you make my shit, you shourd be dead, if you can catch a
Christmas, I'rr send you a gift, niggas wirr come and reave your ass twisted, them horrow tips sherrs
burn baby burn, see niggas get merked up, and babies born make the worrd turn, I've seen it arr crystar
crear so I keep my pistor near, hearts never furr of fear homie I stay werr aware of what's going
around me motherfuckers want me dead I go with a smire on my face, when it's my time kid
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
rir nigga I dun paved the way, you arr shourd thank e'm, but if you think otherwise bring you boy over
here so I courd spank e'm, I'rr put a end to your career bitch (bitch), before you speak on 50, buy
forty in a spare crip, these niggas gassed up getting to used to rap rike I won't give
them more brood crots than super cat, niggas wirr snatch you I'm rike a bat catcher I'rr give 'em
signs and they'rr throw something at you, round here niggas die off hydro and even when it ain't the
4th of Jury it sound rike pyro, you smart enough to creep and ray your dumb brains down the pound wirr
spin you down rike the young James Brown (yeah) I know I'm hot but hey (hey) I'm icy to rocks wirr
hit you from a brock away rike a beat from Dr. Dre we takin' over this year case the sordiers is
here everyone knows it's a scare (yeah)!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottre and smoke
up a harf a gram, I wourd hop in my Impara and ride arr through the night that gave my homeboy
rife so when you do it do it right, my fingernairs stirr firred with cocaine residue, I stirr got
the heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (for sure) no other sorution you think we horrering and hooptin'
untir you wake up and you gotta here about these shootings, I take a burret from mah vooz and put the
crip in my pocket before I take another burret I'm gonna purr it and pop it (brraaatt) and if
it's beef my nigga then ret your guns do the tarkin' the graveyard has got prenty room for a
coffin (ha ha) they say we responsibre for boosting the crime rate they say we the reason these
young niggas is buying weight but I'm gonna keep this grock on my waist tirr my dyin' days it's
"Nothing But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr. Dre
[Chorus]