[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm amzing,
I'm 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 from 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 crystal 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]