Lirik Lagu G'D Up - 50 Cent
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[Hook: 50 Cent]Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made meFeels like my emotions are froze(I stay G'd up)It's the things I done seen and the shit I been throughThat 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, marijuanaI'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the CarolinaPaper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a caseMy road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years oldWe play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shotKill you for your crack spot take everything your ass gotSemi-automatic spray, bust back or run awayNiggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another dayIn November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel ChristmasI'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twistedThem hollow tip shells burn baby burnSee niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turnsI seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol nearHeart's never full of fear, homie I stay well awareOf what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me deadI 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 emBut if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank emI'll put an end to your career BITCHBefore you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clipThese niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rapLike I won't give em more bloodclots than SupercatNiggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcherI'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at chaRound here niggas die off hydroAnd even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyroYou smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains downThe pound'll spin you around like the young James BrownI know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy tooRocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. DreWe're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is hereEveryone 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 manHe'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gramI would hop in my Impala and ride all through the nightThey gave my homeboy life so when you do it do it rightMy fingernails still filled with cocaine residueI still got the heart to go and bust me a head or twoNo other solution you think we hollerin & hootinUntil you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootingsI take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocketBefore I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop itAnd if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkinThe graveyard has got plenty room for a coffinThey say that we responsible for boostin the crime rateThey say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weightBut I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin daysIt's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuanaI'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the CarolinaPaper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a caseMy road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years oldWe play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shotKill you for your crack spot take everything your ass gotSemi-automatic spray, bust back or run awayNiggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another dayIn November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel ChristmasI'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twistedThem hollow tip shells burn baby burnSee niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turnsI seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol nearHeart's never full of fear, homie I stay well awareOf what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me deadI 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 emBut if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank emI'll put an end to your career BITCHBefore you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clipThese niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rapLike I won't give em more bloodclots than SupercatNiggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcherI'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at chaRound here niggas die off hydroAnd even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyroYou smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains downThe pound'll spin you around like the young James BrownI know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy tooRocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. DreWe're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is hereEveryone 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 manHe'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gramI would hop in my Impala and ride all through the nightThey gave my homeboy life so when you do it do it rightMy fingernails still filled with cocaine residueI still got the heart to go and bust me a head or twoNo other solution you think we hollerin & hootinUntil you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootingsI take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocketBefore I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop itAnd if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkinThe graveyard has got plenty room for a coffinThey say that we responsible for boostin the crime rateThey say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weightBut I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin daysIt's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+
[Hook: 50 Cent]
