Artist: Jim Jones f/ Max B
Album: Harlem: Diary Of A Summer
Song: Gee's Up
Typed by: blaaaaaatttttttt@yahoo.com

Chorus:
G's up nigga, ho's down
if the bitch can't swim she gon'drown
runnin the streets totin' the 4 pound
if u didn't know we was them niggas, the nigga u know now (dipset)
2x

Max B:
I had to fade 'm into black
hit 'm with the crossover made 'm jump back
and before all that
I used to make 'm pump crack
ridin'shotgun in the H 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 'm with the 5th
and u couldn't really hide, cause i seen that nigga trip
u ain't seen a nigga flip
untill they bank 50 g's and u feed a nigga shrimps
39, 40 and u feed a nigga strips
beat the nigga bitch,
till 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
feenin'for a sniff
got me needin for a spliff
ain't a thing funny, when u fucking with this money
i'ma lean u off a cliff.....g's up

[Chorus]x2

Jim Jones:
The picture gettin clearer (clear it up)
if it was bricks than the strip we had to tear it up
if it's beef, the .45th we had to gear
lookin at my life through this rear viewer mirror
burnin in the pike in this brand new Carrera (rug top)
the game funny, mo' money it's gets weirder
my gang hungry, no money that we scared off
and do us both a favor my nigga, and don't compare us
we still loosin soldiers at this war
like every other week i'm pourin cold drinks at the floor
we just lost iky, he was going to the store
that's why i roll around the fully loaded in the door (klick klat)
majority time, i'm tryna stay above the poverty line
and that's a major part of my grind
i still hit the hood and park my car in the nine
while the little niggas pump hard with dimes...G's up

[Chorus]x2

Jimmy:
They say succes is like amen (pray for me)
u see police will arrest us while we rollin' (i know my rights)
we stay on heat so if u press we ain't foldin (fuck u)
u see me in the streets so there ain't no question bout what we holdin
Max:
we pimpin easy
niggas hate, come teach me (fuk em)
the niggas with the big cake they couldn't reach me (I KNOW)
now when they see us, they kick game, everything all peachy (dey suckas)
snitch niggas put 'm beneath me, believe me (fuck em)
Jimmy:
fuck 'em i can't let them break me (not at all)
if i dont die all dat matters is what it makes me (makes me stronger)
i rather ride in the lambo's and the AC (stuntin')
top down, stuntin' for nothing, coming through frontin'
Max:
I tryna to be, one of these niggas that do it for nuttin
I got a passion for this shit cause i love it (me too)
like a piece of pussy when i'm fuckin(fuck it), waitin to cum
runnin the streets at lennox ave, waving the gun (holla)

[Chorus]x2