G's Up - Jim Jones

(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]
Artist: Jim Jones
Title: G's Up