| Hook
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| Max B.:
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| G’s up nigga, hoes down
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| If the bitch can’t swim she gon' drown
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| Runnin' the streets, chokin' the 4 pound
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| If you ain’t goin' with them niggaz then nigga you goin' down
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| Dipset
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| Max B.:
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| Had to fade 'em in the black
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| Hit 'em with the crossover made 'em jump back
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| And before all that I used to make 'em bump crack
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| Ridin' shotgun in the A slumped back
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| Max leave streets please they don’t want that
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| They need me in this shit
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| The. |
| 40 Cal is mine, the Nina’s make ya split
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| C*** back, squeeze, all started feedin' 'em with the 5th
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| And he couldn’t really hide cuz I seen the nigga trip
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| You ain’t seen a nigga flip
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| To the bank 50 G’s and feed a nigga trips
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| 30 nights folly and feed a nigga scripts
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| Beat the nigga bitch just bleedin' from his lips yeah
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| Got me speedin' in the 6, drunk off the Hen, breezin' in the mix
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| Chicks beleiving in the dick, dick, feindin' for a sniff
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| Got me needin' for a spliff
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| Ain’t a thing funny when you fuckin' with this money I’ma lean you off a cliff
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| Hook
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| Jim Jones:
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| The picture gettin' clearer
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| If it was bricks then the strip we had to tear it up If it was beef the 4−5th we had to gear up Lookin' at my life in this rearview mirror
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| Burning in a pike in this brand-new Carrera
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| The game funny my money it gets weirder
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| My gang hungry no money that we scared of Then do us both a favor my nigga, and don’t compare us We still losin' soldiers at this war
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| Like every other week I’m pourin' clod ones at the floor
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| They just killed Ikey he was going to the store
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| That’s why I roll around the fully loaded in the door
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| Majority time, I gotta stay above the poverty line
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| And that’s a major part of my grind
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| I still hit the hood and park my cars in the 9
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| While the lil' niggaz from Howard dyin', now play up Hook
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| Jim Jones & Max B:
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| Jim Jones:
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| They say success is like a honor
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| You see police wanna arrest us while we brawlin' (I know my rights)
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| We ride on heats so if they pressin' we ain’t foldin'
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| See me in the streets it ain’t a question
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| Max B.:
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| So let them ag, let them niggaz hate, come teach me Them niggaz with the big cake, they couldn’t reach me Now when they see us they cake game errthing all peachy
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| Snitch niggaz puddle beneath me, believe me Jim Jones:
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| I can’t let 'em break me If I don’t die well then a man is what it makes me I rather ride in the Lambo with the ac Top down, stuntin' for nuthin' comin' through frontin'
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| Max B.:
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| Stop tryna be, one of them niggaz that do it for nuthin'
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| I got a passion for this shit cuz I love it Like a piece of pussy when I fuck it Waitin' to c**
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| Runnin' the streets on Lenox Ave., wavin' my gun
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| Hook 2x |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G's Up, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп