Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G'z Up, artist - Tony Touch. Album song G'z Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.05.2003
Record label: Sequence
Song language: English
G'z Up |
| Stop talkin', just do it |
| Cop it, cut it, bag it, move it |
| Second go-round, re-up, hoes down |
| G’z Up! |
| Stay cocked and fully loaded for battle |
| G’z Up! |
| Weed in trash bags and coke in barrels |
| G’z Up! |
| Guns jammed then we throwin' them at you |
| G’z Up! |
| Wop & Touch, 2 smokin' barrels |
| G’z Up! |
| Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca |
| G’z Up! |
| Woppo, capo, pappo, it’s a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow |
| Well its the name you respect shootin' flames at your set |
| Came here to rep, no shame in my step |
| Pain in the neck, reign of the tec |
| Pimp game in effect, yours came in and went |
| Mess with your head with the lessons I spread |
| No rest 'til I’m dead, I guess it’s the bread |
| Comin' with the raw for the session instead |
| Never runnin' from the law, unless it’s the Feds |
| Nice with a pen, suprisin' 'em when |
| The cypher begin, yea I strike 'em again |
| Heavyweight kid I stay hype 'til the end |
| Regulate, separate mice from the men |
| Fuck what you heard, I’m stuck with my word and my balls |
| Try and take that we gon' brawl |
| Never find another, that’s word to Lou Rawls |
| Nahmean? |
| Come on! |
| This is what the game made me |
| G’z Up! |
| From grams to eighths to key’s |
| G’z Up! |
| It’s the brothers D-I-A-Z |
| G’z Up! |
| The Puerto Rican Jada & P |
| G’z Up! |
| Doo Wop] Woppo, capo, pappo, it’s a wrizzy-wrap when my shots blow |
| G’z Up! |
| Toca, cosa nostra, mota, everyday, esa loca |
| I only got a few bars, let’s get right to it |
| Go ahead and twist somethin' God, put a light to it |
| Get your Cris, get your Henny, get your Moe, get your Louie |
| This is Sequence Records mixtape my niggas |
| And who is me? |
| Doo Wop the mixtape Sun Tzu-i |
| You wanna learn about the art of war, come to me |
| I’ll show you how to bag it, I’ll show how cook it |
| And when you’re gettin' patted, I’ll show you where to put it |
| This game ain’t for snitches & lames |
| Who gives a fuck who got the biggest chain? |
| This for niggas with brains, and real things on their mind |
| And they take care of mom, and they stay in the grind |
| On the block all day, Hit the studio at night |
| Live their life to the left, now they trying to make a right |
| I feel ya’ll niggas |
| Fuck shoppin' a deal, we independent my niggas |
| We sign niggas |
| G’z Up! |