Lyrics G's Up - Jim Jones
G's
up,
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
G's
up
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
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
A
slumped
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
'til
they
bank
50
G's
And
you
feed
a
nigga
shrimps,
39,
40
And
feed
a
nigga
strips,
beat
the
nigga
bitch
'Til
she
bleedin'
from
the
lips,
yeah
Got
me
speedin'
in
the
six,
drunk
off
the
Hen'
Dreezin'
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
fuckin'
with
this
money
I'ma
lean
you
off
a
cliff,
G's
up
G's
up,
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
G's
up
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
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
in
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
goin'
to
the
store
That's
why
I
roll
around
fully
loaded
in
the
door
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
niggaz
pump
hard
with
the
dimes
G's
up,
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
G's
up
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
They
say
success
is
like
omen
You
see
police
will
arrest
us
while
we
rollin'
We
stay
on
heat,
so
if
you
press
us,
we
ain't
foldin'
You
see
me
in
the
streets,
it
ain't
a
question
that
I'm
holdin'
We
pimpin'
easy,
let
niggaz
hate,
come
teach
me
The
niggaz
with
the
big
cake,
they
couldn't
reach
me
Now
when
they
see
us,
they
kick
game,
everything
all
peachy
Snitch
niggaz,
put
'em
beneath
me,
believe
me
Fuck
'em
I
can't
let
them
break
me
If
I
don't
die,
well
then
a
man
is
what
it
makes
me
I
rather
ride
in
the
Lambo's
with
the
AC
Top
down,
stoppin'
for
nothin',
comin'
through
frollin'
I'm
tryin'
to
be
one
of
them
niggaz
that
do
it
for
nothin'
I
got
a
passion
for
this
shit
'cause
I
love
it
Like
a
piece
of
pussy
when
I'm
fuckin',
waitin'
to
cum
Runnin'
the
streets
at
Lennox
Ave.,
wavin'
my
gun
G's
up,
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
G's
up
nigga,
ho's
down
If
the
bitch
can't
swim
she
gon'
drown
Runnin'
the
streets,
totin'
the
four
pound
If
you
ain't
know
we
was
them
niggas
Then
nigga,
you
know
now,
Dipset
G'yeah,
you
know
the
rules,
man,
G's
up,
hoes
down
Fuck
it,
just
let
the
bitch
drown,
man
M.O.B.
for
life,
I'm
about
my
paper,
man
You
gotta
G
mack
but
you
first
gotta
G
stack
Get
your
one's
up
and
then
get
your
fun
up,
ya
smell
me?
Life
is
a
lesson,
you
live
it
one
and
learn
once
Ya
make
the
same
mistake
twice,
that
might
be
yo'
ass
Capo
status,
man,
from
the
projects
That's
the
'hood
within
a
'hood
That
shit
you
dunno
nothin'
about,
motherfucker
So
trust
me
when
I
tell
you,
be
easy
1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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