50 Cent Feat. Young Jeezy & T.I. - Up (Remix) [Instrumental Version]

歌詞

[Chorus: 50 Cent] Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me Feels like my emotions are froze I stay G'd Up Its the things that I seen And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold I stay G'd Up, I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay G'd Up, When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK Fillin ya punk ass wit holes I stay G'd Up [50 Cent] Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas, Paper chase, different name Same face, don't catch a case My road dog's on parole His baby gurls 4 years old We play tha block, pistol cocked You could shoot or get shot Kill u for ur crack spot Take everything your ass got Semi-automatic spray Bust back or run away Niggaz talkin in tha hood We'll handle his another day In November, you make my shitlist You did, you can cancel christmas I'll send you a gift Niggaz will come and leave yo' ass twisted Dem hollowtip shells burn baby burn As a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turns 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, muthaf**kas want me dead I go with a smile on my face, when it's my time kid [Chorus] Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y'all should thank 'em, But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'em I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch) Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clip These niggaz gassed up Gettin too used to rap Like I wont give them more blood clots than supercat Niggaz'll snatch ya I'm like a backcatcher (nigga) I'll give a sign 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 and lay your dumb brains down The pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah) I know im hot but hey (hey) I'm icy too Rocks will hit u from a block away We takin' over this year K's and the soldiers is here Everyone knows that your scared (yeah)! [Chorus] [Young Buck] 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 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 tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho) No other solution You think we hollerin n hootin' Until you wake up (buck!) Then you 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 I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt) And if its beef my nigga Then let your guns do ya talkin' The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha) They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate They say that we da reason why these young niggaz buying weight But im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'day [Chorus]