Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G'd up , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
G'd up |
| My block is G’d up, the cops is racist |
| Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up |
| Woman are getting eat up |
| Look at this paper don’t need much |
| But still need a calculator to keep up |
| Je-sus; |
| I’m doing me, B.I.G |
| Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up |
| Me, I get my cheese up |
| Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up |
| My team in the building until the lease up |
| Look, you think this method ain’t pro-lific then pro-hibit |
| See, I’m the witted but like my daddy, no different |
| A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure |
| Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers |
| To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers |
| I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go wit’cha |
| Ay, Dio mío, I’m a hell of a flow spitter |
| You ain’t my people, I don’t care if you know RZA |
| 'Cause at the end of the day |
| I’m a problem, boy, stay out of my way |
| Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space |
| And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit |
| And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit |
| Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women |
| No kidding, big business, tops missing |
| Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' |
| Welcome to the big boy life |
| Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching |
| Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' |
| Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping |
| Welcome to the big boy life — yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah |
| We known to do this |
| The flow is losing, it’s so abusive |
| Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish |
| I over do this, fuck a moderation |
| Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration |
| Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math |
| Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God’s path |
| These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose |
| I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous |
| But we knowing the mean, the leader’s showing ya |
| King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia |
| Blunt condition chronic and I don’t mean that pneumonia |
| So shorty you and your friend |
| I’m bout to leave with the both of ya |
| She tell me that she need me |
| They always come right back |
| Bitches get repo’d quicker than Tyga’s Lamborghini |
| We eating lobster and shrimp |
| Rappers is Ramadan |
| Too raw, I shouldn’t spit without a condom on |
| The type of rookie that’s respected by the veterans |
| 'Cause dog I ain’t a rookie, I’m a motherfucking veteran |
| Light up the medicine, just know you’ve been warned |
| 'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it’s on |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped |
| Caked out |
| The Corleone connection in all selection |
| Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit |
| And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit |
| Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women |
| No kidding, big business, tops missing |
| Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin' |
| Welcome to the big boy life |
| Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching |
| Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin' |
| Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping |
| Welcome to the big boy life — yeah |