G-unit - Gansta'd Up lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how 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 sh** 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 a** wit holes [50 Cent] Cocaine, h**n, extacy, marijuana, a mule 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 k** u for ur crack spot take everything your a** got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, n***az talkin in tha hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my sh**, u should b dead, if u can catch a Christmas,ill send u a gift,n***az will come and leave yo a** twisted,them hollowtips shells burn baby burn,see n***az get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, i've 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 muthaf**as want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] lil n***a I dun paved the 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 b**h (b**h),before u speak on 50,buy fourty in a spare clip, these n***az ga**ed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give them more blood clots than supercat,n***az will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here n***az 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 life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with c**aine 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 n***a 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 n***az 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]