G’s Up Jim Jones (Ft. Max B)

[Production by Pete Rock]

[Hook]
G's up nigga (G's up), ho's down (ho's down)
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (she gon' drown)
Runnin' the streets totin' the fo' pound
If you ain't know we was them niggas, then nigga you know now (DIPSET)
[2x]

[Max B]
I had to fade 'em into black
Hit 'em with the crossover, made 'em jump back
And before all that
I used to make 'em pump crack
Ridin 'shotgun in the Eight slum back
Max leave the streets? Please, they don't want that
They need me in the shit
The .40 cals is mine, the nina's we could split
Cock back, squeeze off, started feedin' 'em with the fifth
And you couldn't really hide, cause I seen that nigga trip
You ain't seen a nigga flip
Until they bank 50 G's and you feed a nigga trips
39th, 40th and you feeding nigga's strips
Beat the nigga bitch
'til she bleedin from the lips (yeah)
Got me speedin' in the six
Drunk off the hen', breezin' in the mist
Chicks believin' in the dick (dick)
Fiendin' for a sniff
Got me needin' for a spliff
Ain't a thing funny, when you fucking with this money
I'mma lean you off a cliff...G's up