| Ain’t it amazing, how crazy, the hood done made me
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| Feels like my emotions are froze
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| I stay G’d Up
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| Its the things that I seen
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| And the shit I’ve been through that made my heart turn cold
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| I stay G’d Up
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| I’m a gangsta ya find out fo' sho' if you ever step on my toes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| When I’m hangin' out tha window with that AK
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| Fillin ya punk ass with holes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
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| Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas
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| Paper chase, different name
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| Same face, don’t catch a case
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| My road dog’s on parole
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| His baby gurls 4 years old
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| We play tha block, pistol cocked
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| You could shoot or get shot
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| Kill u for ur crack spot
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| Take everything your ass got
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| Semi-automatic spray
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| Bust back or run away
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| Niggas talkin in tha hood
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| We’ll handle his another day
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| In November, you make my shitlist
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| You did, you can cancel christmas
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| I’ll send you a gift
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| Niggas will come and leave yo' ass twisted
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| Dem hollowtip shells burn baby burn
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| As a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turns
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| I seen it all crystal clear
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| So I keep my pistol near
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| Hearts never full of fear
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| Homie I stay well aware
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| Of what’s goin around me, muthafuckas want me dead
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| I go with a smile on my face, when it’s my time kid
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| Ain’t it amazing, how crazy, the hood done made me
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| Feels like my emotions are froze
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| I stay G’d Up
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| Its the things that I seen
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| And the shit I’ve been through that made my heart turn cold
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| I stay G’d Up
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| I’m a gangsta ya find out fo' sho' if you ever step on my toes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| When I’m hangin' out tha window with that AK
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| Fillin ya punk ass with holes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y’all should thank 'em
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| But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'em
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| I’ll put a end to your career bitch (bitch)
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| Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clip
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| These niggas gassed up
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| Gettin too used to rap
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| Like I won’t give them more blood clots than supercat
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| Niggas’ll snatch ya
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| I’m like a backcatcher (nigga)
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| I’ll give a sign and they’ll throw sumthin at ya
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| Round here niggas die off hydro
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| And even when it ain’t 4th of July it sound like pyro
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| I’m smart enuff to creep and lay your dumb brains down
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| The pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah)
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| I know im hot but hey (hey)
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| I’m icy too
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| Rocks will hit u from a block away
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| Like a beat from Dr. Dre
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| We takin' over this year
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| K’s and the soldiers is here
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| Everyone knows that your scared (yeah)!
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| Ain’t it amazing, how crazy, the hood done made me
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| Feels like my emotions are froze
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| I stay G’d Up
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| Its the things that I seen
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| And the shit I’ve been through that made my heart turn cold
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| I stay G’d Up
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| I’m a gangsta ya find out fo' sho' if you ever step on my toes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| When I’m hangin' out tha window with that AK
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| Fillin ya punk ass with holes
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| I stay G’d Up
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| My popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
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| He just pop another bottle n smoke up a half a gram
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| I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
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| They gave my homeboy life
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| So when you do it do it right
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| My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
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| I still got tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho)
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| No other solution
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| You think we hollerin n hootin'
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| Until you wake up (buck!)
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| Then you gotta here about these shootings
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| I take a pull from a loose one
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| And put tha clip in my pocket
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| Before I take another bullet I’m gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)
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| And if it’s beef my nigga
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| Then let your guns do ya talkin'
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| The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)
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| They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate
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| They say that we da reason why these young niggas buying weight
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| But im gonna keep this Glock on my waist till my dyin’day
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| Its «Nuttin But A G Thang» G-Unit And Dr. Dre |