G'D Up

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me

Feels like my emotions are froze

(I stay G'd up)

It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through

That make my heart turn cold

(I stay G'd up)

I'm a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes

(I stay G'd up)

When I'm hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes

(I stay G'd up)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana

I'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina

Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case

My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old

We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot

Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got

Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away

Niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another day

In November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel Christmas

I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted

Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn

See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns

I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near

Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware

Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead

I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Lil niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank em

But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank em

I'll put an end to your career BITCH

Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip

These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap

Like I won't give em more bloodclots than Supercat

Niggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcher

I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at cha

Round here niggas die off hydro

And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro

You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down

The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown

I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too

Rocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre

We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here

Everyone knows it's a scare, YEAH

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man

He'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram

I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night

They gave my homeboy life so when you do it do it right

My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue

I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two

No other solution you think we hollerin & hootin

Until you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootings

I take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocket

Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it

And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin

The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin

They say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate

They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weight

But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin days

It's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+

[Hook: 50 Cent]