[Chorus: 50 Cent] 



Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me

Feels like my emotions are froze

I stay G'd Up

Its the things that I seen

And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold

I stay G'd Up,

I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes

I stay G'd Up, 

When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK 

Fillin ya punk ass wit holes

I stay G'd Up



[50 Cent]



Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana,

Mule on that Greyhound from the N-Y to the Carolinas,

Paper chase, different name

Same face, don't catch a case

My road dog's on parole

His baby gurls 4 years old

We play tha block, pistol cocked

You could shoot or get shot 

Kill u for ur crack spot

Take everything your ass got

Semi-automatic spray

Bust back or run away

Niggaz talkin in tha hood

We'll handle his another day

In November, you make my shitlist

You did, you can cancel christmas

I'll send you a gift

Niggaz will come and leave yo' ass twisted

Dem hollowtip shells burn baby burn

As a nigga get murked, a babies born and tha world turns

I 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, muthafuckas want me dead

I go with a smile on my face, finish my time kid 



[Chorus]



Lil nigga I dun paved the way, y'all should thank 'em,

But if u think otherwise bring ya boy over here so i could spank 'em

I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch)

Before you speak on 50, buy .40 and a spare clip

These niggaz gassed up 

Gettin too used to rap

Like I wont give them more blood clots than supercat

Niggaz'll snatch ya

I'm like a backcatcher (nigga)

I'll give a sign and they'll throw sumthin at ya

Round here niggaz die off hydro 

And even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyro

I'm smart enuff to creep and lay your dumb brains down

The pound (will) spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah)

I know im hot but hey (hey)

I'm icy too

Rocks will hit u from a block away

Like a beat from Dr.Dre

We takin' over this year

K's and the soldiers is here 

Everyone knows that your scared (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 through the night

They gave my homeboy life 

So when you do it do it right,

My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue

I still got tha heart to go and bust me a head or two (fo sho)

No other solution 

You think we hollerin n hootin'

Until you wake up (buck!)

Then you gotta here about these shootings

I take a pull from a loose one 

And put tha clip in my pocket 

Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)

And if its beef my nigga

Then let your guns do ya talkin'

The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)

They say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate

They say that we da reason why these young niggaz buying weight

But im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'day

Its "Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre



[Chorus]