G’s Up

[Chorus x2] G'Z UP!, to every hood and every crew U (you), supposed to have ya gun 'round you N-I (and I), claim G-Unit till die Got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll ain't fuckin with me [Verse 1] Whoever it was that said carrots (karats) was good for ya sight Must've never came across a rock this bright I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove and Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a nigga love Yeah, I'm popular, but don't get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin' in the club like the bruck up, what's up With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas We need to do a remix 'cause there's some more Wankstas My street team strap Mag's on they waist Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face I'm a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me I can't die, shit, I ain't even have my baby Fuck it's all gravy, if I go, I'm cool Death comes for everybody, no exception to the rule I'm a G-Unit soldier, ridin' with my eyes low Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral Ya'll know the kid got the game in a gyro In other words, to choke, nigga, I'm no joke How the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke How the fuck you take a trip to Jamaica and don't smoke Out in L.A., I know a couple Damu's and Loc's My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm pokin' her throat Soon as she open her coat, bend her over and STROKE [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] In the town I'm from, the tattle-tells don't rock like Pro-Keds The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope heads Glass on the ballcourt, you can't even cross-over Without poppin' the ball, I'm not gonna fall One year from now I'm in the pop corn Azzure Bulletproof glass blockin' ya boy, Glock in the door (jea!) I'm on tour, pocket of raw, knockin' ya whore (jea!) You back home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs) I'm gettin' top dollar, these ain't freebies Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's If they ain't mine then I don't give a fuck about 'em Shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his album I learned patience 'cause it takes time Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline None of the Tec's jus wait around 'cause I got a roster, that'll bring a record label down Im a monster, I tear da whole track up My closet bar'll break on me if I throw another throwback up I'm flyin' back to Miami, just to do a feature 'cause they throwin' paper at me like a substitute teacher I'm far away from the leechers, they can't even reach us I'm on the left coast gettin' my dick sucked on the beaches Somebody hurlin up, every time that I stunt And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA [Chorus x2]