G'z Up Lyrics

The song G'z Up is performed by Lloyd Banks .



[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 aint f**kin with me

[Verse]
Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) 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 dont get it f**ked 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 theres some more Wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face
Im a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me
I cant die, shit, i aint even have my baby
f**k its all gravy, if I go, Im cool
Death comes for everybody, no acception 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, im no joke
how the f**k you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the f**k you take a trip to jamaica and dont 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]
In the town Im from, the tattle-tells dont rock like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope heads
Gla*s on the ballcourt, you cant even cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One year from now im in the pop ??
Bulletproof gla*s blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
Im on tour, pocket of raw, knockin ya whore (jea!)
You back home s*ckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
Im gettin top dollar, these ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they aint mine then i dont give a f**k 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
Im flyin back to Miami, just to do a feature
'cause they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher
Im far away from the leechers, they cant even reach us
Im on the left coast gettin my d**k s*cked on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that i stunt
And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

[Chorus x2]





G'z Up