Jim Jones - G's Up lyrics

(feat. Max B) [Chorus:] G's up n***a, ho's down If the b**h can't swim she gon'drown Runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound U didn't know we was them n***as, the n***a 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 sh** The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split co*k back, squeeze off, started feedin 'm with the 5th And u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that n***a trip U ain't seen a n***a flip Untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a n***a shrimps 39, 40 and u feed a n***a strips Beat the n***a b**h, 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 f**ing 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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as hate, come teach me The n***as with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I KNOW) Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy Snitch n***as put 'm beneath me, believe me [J:] f** '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 n***as that do it for nuttin I got a pa**ion for this sh** cause i love it Like a piece of p**y when i'm f**in, waitin to come Runnin the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun [CHORUS] [Jones talkin' until end]