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G's Up Lyrics

from Harlem: Diary of a Summer

"G's Up" is track #5 on the album Harlem: Diary of a Summer. It was written by Jones, Joseph / Phillips, Peter O. / Wingate, Charly.
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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'

Im 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

Gyeah, 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

Songwriters
JONES, JOSEPH / PHILLIPS, PETER O. / WINGATE, CHARLY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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