G'z Up

G'z up, to every hood and every crew

YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you

and I, claim G-Unit till die

got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me

Whoever it was that said carrots was good for ya sight

Must've never came across a rock this bright

I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove

Slip backwards on a stage to give a nigga love

Yea im popular, but dont get it fucked up

The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like Buck up, wassup

With these wannabe Lloyd Bankstas, toy gangstas

We need to do a remix cuz theres some more wankstas

My street team strap Mag's on they waist

Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face

Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me

I cant die shit i aint even have my baby

Fuck its all gravy if I got im cool

Death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule

Im a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my eyes low

Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral

Yall know the kid got the game in a gyro

in other words to choke nigga im no joke

how the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke

how the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and dont smoke

Out in L.A., i know a couple ?? and Loc's

My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope

Leave ya girl around me to long I'll poke her in her throat

As soon as she open the coat, bend her over and STOKE

G'z up, to every hood and every crew

YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you

and I, claim G-Unit till die

got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me

In the town im from, the Tattle Tells dont rock like Pro Keds

The lil niggas ride they mo-ped's round the dope heads

Glass on the ballcourt, you cant even cross over

Without poppin the ball, im not gonna fall

One year from now im in the pop ??

Bulletproof glass blockin ya ball, glock in the door

Im on tour, pocket the raw, knockin ya hoe

You back home suckin ya teeth moppin the floor

Im gettin top dollar the ??

Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's

If they aint mine then i dont give a fuck about em

shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his album

I learned patience cuz it takes time

Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline

None of the Tec's jus wait around

Cuz i got a roster, that'll bring a record label down

Im a monster, i tear da whole track up

My powers of bars if i hand another throw back up

Im flyin back to Miami jus to do a feature

And they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher

Im far away from the leechers, they cant even reach us

Im on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the bleachers

Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i stunt

And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

G'z up, to every hood and every crew

YOU, suppose to have ya gun 'round you

and I, claim G-Unit till die

got it down, loyalty, i aint fuckin with me