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Jim Jones ft. Max B - G's Up
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max B
Max B
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charly Wingate
Charly Wingate
Songwriter
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Songwriter
Peter O. Phillips
Peter O. Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer

Lyrics

G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset 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 A slumped back Max leave the streets, please, they 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' 'em with the fifth And you couldn't really hide 'cause I seen that nigga trip You ain't seen a nigga flip 'til they bank 50 G's And you feed a nigga shrimps, 39, 40 And feed a nigga strips, beat the nigga bitch 'Til she bleedin' from the lips, yeah Got me speedin' in the six, drunk off the Hen' Dreezin' 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 fuckin' with this money I'ma lean you off a cliff, G's up G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset 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 in 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 nigga 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 killed Ike, he was goin' to the store That's why I roll around fully loaded in the door 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 niggaz pump hard with the dimes G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset They say success is like omen You see police will arrest us while we rollin' We stay on heat, so if you press us, we ain't foldin' You see me in the streets, it ain't a question that I'm holdin' We pimpin' easy, let niggaz hate, come teach me The niggaz with the big cake, they couldn't reach me Now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy Snitch niggaz, put 'em beneath me, believe me Fuck 'em I can't let them break me If I don't die, well then a man is what it makes me I rather ride in the Lambo's with the AC Top down, stoppin' for nothin', comin' through frollin' I'm tryin' to be one of them niggaz that do it for nothin' I got a passion for this shit 'cause I love it Like a piece of pussy when I'm fuckin', waitin' to cum Runnin' the streets at Lennox Ave., wavin' my gun G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G's up nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga, you know now, Dipset G'yeah, you know the rules, man, G's up, hoes down Fuck it, just let the bitch drown, man M.O.B. for life, I'm about my paper, man You gotta G mack but you first gotta G stack Get your one's up and then get your fun up, ya smell me? Life is a lesson, you live it one and learn once Ya make the same mistake twice, that might be yo' ass Capo status, man, from the projects That's the 'hood within a 'hood That shit you dunno nothin' about, motherfucker So trust me when I tell you, be easy
Writer(s): Peter O. Phillips, Joseph Jones, Charly Wingate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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