G-Unit - G'd Up

[Chorus: 50 Cent] 

Im amzing,im crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions 
are froze i stay "G`d Up",its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that 
made my heart turn cold i stay
"G`d Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step 
on my toes I stay "G`d Up", when im
hanigin` out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes

[50 Cent]

Cocaine,heroin,extacy,marijuana,im new on that greyhound fuckin 
wit NY to Carolina,paper
chase different name,same face dont catch a case,my road dogs 
on parole his baby gurls 4 years
old,we play tha block pistol cop,u could shoot or get shot kill 
u for ur crack spot take
everything your ass got,semi-automatics spary,bust back up on 
tha way,niggaz talkin in tha
hood we`ll handle his another day,in November u make my shit,u 
should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass 
twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha 
world turn,i seen it all crispy
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie 
i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness 
my time kid 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks]

lil nigga I dun paid ya way,yall should thank e`m,but if u think 
otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e`m,ill put a end to your career bitch 
(bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip,these niggaz gettin gassed up gettin to 
used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im 
like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they`ll post up match ya,round here niggaz die off 
hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to creep n lay ur 
dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but 
hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin` over 
this year case tha soldiers is
here everyone knows its a scare (yeah)!

[Chorus] 

[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he 
just pop another bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i would hop in my Impala and ride all throught 
tha night that gave my homeboy
light so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled 
with cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution 
u think we hollerin n hooptin`
until u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,i take a 
bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull 
it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin` the graveyard 
has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate 
they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on 
my waist till my dyin`days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre

[Chorus]