[Chorus: 50 Ain't it amazing how the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been that made my heart turn cold i stay "G'd Up",Im a ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im hanigin' out tha window wit AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes
[50 Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, a on that greyhound from NY to Carolina, paper chase different name, same face dont a case, my road dogs on parole his baby gurls 4 years old, we play tha block pistol cop, u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack take everything ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust back or run away, niggaz talkin in tha hood we'll this another day, in November u make my shit, u should b dead, if u can catch a Christmas,ill u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn, seen it all crystal clear so i my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin around me want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid
[Lloyd lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy here so i spank e'm,ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin to used to rap like i give them more blood than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em signs and they'll throw something at ya, round here niggaz die off and even when it aint tha 4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound spin u like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we over this year case tha soldiers is here knows its a scare (yeah)!
[Young my 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 throught tha night that gave my life so u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i still got tha heart to go bust me or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin' until u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,i take a bullet mah vooz n put tha in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if its my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason young niggaz is buying weight but im keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'days its "Nuttin But A G Thang" And Dr.Dre