Testo G'D Up - G-Unit

G'D Up

Aint it amazing how 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 shit 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 ass wit holes
Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, im new on that greyhound fuckin wit 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 cocked, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack
spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away,
niggaz talkin in tha
hood we’ll handle his another day, in November u make my shit, u should b dead,
if u can catch a Christmas, ill send u a gift, niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,
them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn, see niggaz 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 muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face, finish my time
kid
lil nigga I dun paved the way, yall should thank e’m, but if u thank otherwise
bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e’m, ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),
before u speak on 50, buy
fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont
give
them more blood clots than supercat, niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher
ill give em signs and they’ll throw sumthin at ya, round here niggaz die off hydro and even
when it aint
4th of July it sound like pyro, I’m 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 two rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre we takin’over this year k’s and
the soldiers is here everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!
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 through tha night that
gave my homeboy
life so when u do em it do it right, my fingernails still filled with cocaine
residue, i still got
tha heart to go and bust me a head or 2 (fo sho) no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'
until u wake up then u gotta here about these shootings, i take a pull from a loose one and put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull it and pop it
(bllaaatt)and if its beef my nigga 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 niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin’days its
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