Songtexte Ease Up - G-Unit

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Y′all n****s better ease up
Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t
Better figure out who you′re fu***n' with
Hoes down, G's up
Don′t get me on my other s**t
Cause then we get to shootin′ and cuttin' s**t
I′ve done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself
Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath
Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left
And I′d be out of here, finally get my chance to see death
Meanwhile I'm healin′ up on Popular Hill
Gettin' head in the va, they got your b***h on the film
I got to bust a couple heads with my n***a Soulja Slim
Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen
And when he come home, I might be the one that′s goin′ in
Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin′ again
You don't know who you fu***n′ with, I'm the one they come and get
You know what you gonna get, I don′t know which gun to get
You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at
Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin′ cap
I′m 'bout that, I′m gettin' the chopper right now
I know where Buck hide ′em at
X2
Y'all n****s better ease up
Cause I ain′t for the sucka s**t
Better figure out who you're fu***n' with
Hoes down, G′s up
Don′t get me on my other s**t
Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin′ s**t
I've been with the bullshit, n****s sayin′ I'm slippery
[?] my car door, them n****s wasn′t hittin' me
N****s say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs
Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'
I take a nigga′s work, murk, all I do is diss
All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss
I′m my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about
I show a country n***a quick what New York about
City slicker, slick n***a talkin′ slick s**t
The slick kinda n***a n****s better stick with
If they're tryna eat, out there on the street
Pop s**t, pop a n***a, watch a n***a leak
X2
Y′all n****s better ease up
Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t
Better figure out who you′re fu***n' with
Hoes down, G's up
Don′t get me on my other s**t
Cause then we get to shootin′ and cuttin' s**t
Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki
Money comin′ in, ain't no time for sleep
Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig
Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig
So your claim to fame is puttin′ work in
I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin′ brains like a surgeon
In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fu***n' door
If n****s ribs touchin′, kick [?]
F**k outta here with all that money s**t, ya′ scrambling still
Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield
Realest on the planet, still, steal a n***a just because
[?] yo he don′t mean it, yes he does
Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you n****s rest in pain
Peel ′em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6
I steal a corner, rocky wrist
I hear you're boring, I′m convinced
I was born to double dead presidents
X2
Y'all n****s better ease up
Cause I ain't for the sucka s**t
Better figure out who you′re fu***n′ with
Hoes down, G's up
Don′t get me on my other s**t
Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin′ s**t