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G's Up

by Jim Jones

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[Chorus: x2] G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown Runnin' the streets totin' the 4 pound You didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga you know now (dipset) I had to fade 'm into black Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back And before all that I used to make 'm pump crack Ridin' shotgun in the ?? slum back Max leave the streets, please the don't want that They need me in the shit The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th And you couldn't really hide, cause I seen that nigga trip You ain't seen a nigga flip Until they bank 50 g's and you feed a nigga shrimps 39, 40 and you feed a nigga strips Beat the nigga bitch, Till she bleedin' from the lips, yeah Got me speedin' in the six Drunk off the hen, breezin in the mist Chicks believin' in the dick, dick Feenin'for a sniff Got me needin' for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when you fucking with this money I'm a lean you off a cliff, G's up [Chorus] The picture gettin' clearer If it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up If it's beef, the .45th we had to gear Lookin' at my life through this rear viewer mirror Burnin' in the pike in this brand new Carrera The game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder My gang hungry, no money that we scared off And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us We still loosin soldiers at this war Like every other week I'm pourin cold drinks at the floor We just lost iky, he was going to the store That's why I roll around the fully loaded in the door Majority time, I'm tryna stay above the poverty line And that's a major part of my grind I still hit the hood and park my car in the nine While the little niggas pump hard with dimes [Chorus] The say success is like amen (pray for me) You see police will arrest us while we rollin' We stay on heat so if you press we ain't foldin You see me in the streets so there ain't no question bout ? We pimpin' easy Niggas hate, come teach me The niggas with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I know) Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy Snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me Fuck 'em I can't let them break me A ? and a man is what it makes me I rather ride in the lambo's and the AC Top down, stoppin' for nothing, coming through frollin' I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for nothin' I got a passion for this shit cause I love it Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin, waitin to come Runnin' the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun [Chorus]

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