Max B - G's Up lyrics

[Production by Pete Rock] [Hook] G's up n***a (G's up), ho's down (ho's down) If the b**h can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown) Runnin' the streets totin' the fo' pound If you ain't know we was them n***as, then n***a you know now (DIPSET) [2x] [Max B] 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 Eight slum back Max leave the streets? Please, they 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' 'em with the fifth And you couldn't really hide, cause I seen that n***a trip You ain't seen a n***a flip Until they bank 50 G's and you feed a n***a trips 39th, 40th and you feeding n***a's strips Beat the n***a b**h 'til 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) Fiendin' for a sniff Got me needin' for a spliff Ain't a thing funny, when you f**ing with this money I'mma lean you off a cliff...G's up [Hook] x2 [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 of And do us both a favor my n***a, 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 k**ed Ike, he was going to the store That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door A 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 n***as pump hard with dimes... [Hook] [Jim Jones] They say success is like omen (pray for me) You see police will arrest us while we rollin' (I know my rights) We stay on heat, so if you press we ain't foldin' (f**ers) You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin' [Max B] (Jim Jones) We pimpin' easy Let n***as hate me, 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 (Ay, s**as) Snitch n***as put 'em beneath me, (f**) believe me [Jim Jones] f** 'em (that's right) I can't let them break me (not at all) If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me (makes me stronger) I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC Top down, stoppin for nothing, coming through frollin' [Max B] (Jim Jones) I try to be one of these n***as that do it for nothin' (I need the money) I got a pa**ion for this sh** cause I love it (me too) Like a piece of p**y when I'm f**in' (f**in'), waitin' to cum Runnin the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun [Hook] x2 with ad libs from Jim Jones [Jim Jones talking until end] Byrd gang...yeah! You know the rules man...G's up, hoes down f** it...just let the b**h drown man... M.O.B. for life!... I'm about my paper man... You gotta G mack, but you first gotta G stack Gotta get your one's up, and then get your fun up, ya smell me?... Life is a lesson...you live it one and ya learn once... Ya make the same mistake twice...that might be yo' a** Capo status man.. From the projects....that's the 'hood within a 'hood That sh** you dunno nothin' about motherf**ers... And trust me when I tell you...be easy