Jim Jones, Max B - G's Up lyrics
[Jim Jones, Max B - G's Up lyrics]
G's up nigga (G's up) , ho's down (ho's down)
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
(she gon' drown)
Runnin' the streets totin' the fo' pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga you know now (DIPSET)
I had to fade 'em into black
Hit 'em with the crossover
Made 'em jump back and before all that
I used to make 'em pump crack
Ridin 'shotgun in the Eight slum back
Max leave the streets? Please
They 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' 'em with the fifth
And you couldn't really hide
Cause I seen that nigga trip
You ain't seen a nigga flip
Until they bank 50 G's and
You feed a nigga trips
39th, 40th and you feeding nigga's strips
Beat the nigga bitch
'til 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)
Fiendin' for a sniff
Got me needin' for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny
When you fucking with this money
I'mma lean you off a cliffg'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 of
And do us both a favor my nigga
And don't compare us
We still losin' soldiers at this war
Like every other week I'm pourin
Cold ones at the floor they just killed Ike
He was going to the store
That's why I roll around fully
Loaded in the door a majority the 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 cars in the nine
While the little niggas pump hard with dimes
They say success is like omen (pray for me)
You see police will arrest
Us while we rollin' (I know my rights)
We stay on heat
So if you press we ain't foldin' (fuckers)
You see me in the streets
It ain't a question that I'm holdin'
(Jim Jones) we pimpin' easy
Let niggas hate me, 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 (Ay, suckas)
Snitch niggas put 'em beneath me
(fuck) believe me
Fuck 'em (that's right) I can't let them
Break me (not at all) if I don't die
Well then a man is what it makes me
(makes me stronger)
I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC
Top down, stoppin for nothing
Coming through frollin'
I try to be one of these
Niggas that do it for nothin'
(I need the money)
I got a passion for this shit cause I love it
(me too)
Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin'
(fuckin') , waitin' to cum
Runnin the streets at Lennox Ave
Wavin' my gun
With ad libs from Jim Jones
Byrd gangyeah!
You know the rules mang's up, hoes down
Fuck itjust let the bitch drown man
MOB for life! I'm about my paper man
You gotta G mack, but you first gotta G stack
Gotta get your one's up, and
Then get your fun up, ya smell me?
Life is a lessonyou live it
One and ya learn once
Ya make the same mistake twicethat
Might be yo' ass capo status man
From the projectsthat's the 'hood
Within a 'hood that shit you dunno
Nothin' about motherfuckers
And trust me when I tell yoube easy
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown
(she gon' drown)
Runnin' the streets totin' the fo' pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas
Then nigga you know now (DIPSET)
I had to fade 'em into black
Hit 'em with the crossover
Made 'em jump back and before all that
I used to make 'em pump crack
Ridin 'shotgun in the Eight slum back
Max leave the streets? Please
They 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' 'em with the fifth
And you couldn't really hide
Cause I seen that nigga trip
You ain't seen a nigga flip
Until they bank 50 G's and
You feed a nigga trips
39th, 40th and you feeding nigga's strips
Beat the nigga bitch
'til 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)
Fiendin' for a sniff
Got me needin' for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny
When you fucking with this money
I'mma lean you off a cliffg'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 of
And do us both a favor my nigga
And don't compare us
We still losin' soldiers at this war
Like every other week I'm pourin
Cold ones at the floor they just killed Ike
He was going to the store
That's why I roll around fully
Loaded in the door a majority the 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 cars in the nine
While the little niggas pump hard with dimes
They say success is like omen (pray for me)
You see police will arrest
Us while we rollin' (I know my rights)
We stay on heat
So if you press we ain't foldin' (fuckers)
You see me in the streets
It ain't a question that I'm holdin'
(Jim Jones) we pimpin' easy
Let niggas hate me, 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 (Ay, suckas)
Snitch niggas put 'em beneath me
(fuck) believe me
Fuck 'em (that's right) I can't let them
Break me (not at all) if I don't die
Well then a man is what it makes me
(makes me stronger)
I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC
Top down, stoppin for nothing
Coming through frollin'
I try to be one of these
Niggas that do it for nothin'
(I need the money)
I got a passion for this shit cause I love it
(me too)
Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin'
(fuckin') , waitin' to cum
Runnin the streets at Lennox Ave
Wavin' my gun
With ad libs from Jim Jones
Byrd gangyeah!
You know the rules mang's up, hoes down
Fuck itjust let the bitch drown man
MOB for life! I'm about my paper man
You gotta G mack, but you first gotta G stack
Gotta get your one's up, and
Then get your fun up, ya smell me?
Life is a lessonyou live it
One and ya learn once
Ya make the same mistake twicethat
Might be yo' ass capo status man
From the projectsthat's the 'hood
Within a 'hood that shit you dunno
Nothin' about motherfuckers
And trust me when I tell yoube easy