Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G's Up , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
G's Up |
| G’s up nigga, ho’s down |
| If the bitch can’t swim she gon’drown |
| Runnin the streets totin’the 4 pound |
| U didn’t know we was them niggas, the nigga u 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 u couldn’t really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip |
| U ain’t seen a nigga flip |
| Untill they bank 50 g’s and u feed a nigga shrimps |
| ', 40 and u 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 u fucking with this money |
| I’ma lean u off a cliff… g's up 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 |
| The say succes is like amen (pray for me) |
| U see police will arrest us while we rollin' |
| We stay on heat so if u press we ain’t foldin |
| U 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 nuttin |
| 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 |