G`s Up lyrics

Artist  : Jim Jones 
Song : G`s Up



 Send "G`s Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Max B)



[Chorus:]

G's up nigga, ho's down 

If the bitch can't swim she gon'drown 

Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound 

U didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u
know now (dipset) 

[2x]



[MAx B:]

I had to fade 'm into black 

Hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back 

And before all that 

I used to make 'm pump crack 

Ridin'shotgun in the ?? slum back 

Max leave the streets, please the 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 'm with
the 5th 

And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that
nigga trip 

U ain't seen a nigga flip 

Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga
shrimps 

39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips 

Beat the nigga bitch, 

Till 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 

Feenin'for a sniff 

Got me needin for a spliff 

Ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this
money 

I'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up 



[CHORUS]



[Jim Jones:]

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 off 

And do us both a favor my nigga, and don't
compare us 

We still loosin soldiers at this war 

Like every other week i'm pourin cold drinks at
the floor 

We just lost iky, he was going to the store 

That's why i roll around the fully loaded in the
door 

Majority 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 car in the nine


While the little niggas pump hard with dimes 



[CHORUS]



[J:]

The say succes is like amen (pray for me) 

U see police will arrest us while we rollin' 

We stay on heat so if u press we ain't foldin


U see me in the streets so there ain't no
question bout ??

[M:]

We pimpin easy 

Niggas hate, 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 

Snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me 

[J:]

Fuck 'em i can't let them break me 

A ?? and a man is what it makes me 

I rather ride in the lambo's and the AC 

Top down, stoppin for nothing, coming through
frollin' 

[M:]

I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for
nuttin 

I got a passion for this shit cause i love it


Like a piece of pussy when i'm fuckin, waitin to
come 

Runnin the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun




[CHORUS]



[Jones talkin' until end]