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