[Hook: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me Feels like my emotions are froze (I stay G'd up) It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through That make my heart turn cold (I stay G'd up) I'm a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes (I stay G'd up) When I'm hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes (I stay G'd up) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana I'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away Niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another day In November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel Christmas I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Lil niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank em But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank em I'll put an end to your career BITCH Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap Like I won't give em more bloodclots than Supercat Niggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcher I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at cha Round here niggas die off hydro And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too Rocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here Everyone knows it's a scare, YEAH [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 3: Young Buck] My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man He'd just pop another bottle and 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 the heart to go and bust me a head or two No other solution you think we hollerin & hootin Until you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootings I take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocket Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin They say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weight But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin days It's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+ [Hook: 50 Cent]