I Give it Up lyrics

Yeah
Here go my footsteps again, I'm still coming
Y'all know what it is
Yo, check it, yo
I give it up!
n*ggas coming at me sideways
I give it up!
In front of the club on Fridays
I give it up!
The Bed-Stuy do or die way
Give it up,what! x2
Give it up!
n*ggas talk about sticking him up. Yeah right
Them n*ggas know how I give it up
Out of town n*ggas talking bout hitting him up. Yeah right
Them n*ggas know how I give it up
These industry n*ggas talking bout spitting for bucks. Yeah right
Them n*ggas know how I give it up
Verse:
I use to grip a razor
Cut n*ggas in any situation
I'll walk away from em, give em a ripaway scar
If I seen something I wanted I'm sticking bae pa
Kept my shorty in the getaway car
You stash the drugs in your cleavage
I'mma stash the guns in my p*nis
Before we do a jux, we plan it (planet) like Venus
I caught your man on the Ave, he was drunk and weeded
That n*gga got stuck up like he conceited
Them Brooknaw n*ggas treat drama like stickers
Then check em like Nikes. Give em shells like Adidas
Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, don't f*ck with these blocks
Them Boyz put the pump to your ass like Reebok
To the unawared, I'm leaving n*ggas running scared
Y'all better come prepared
Cause I be toting gunz and paying
For school I never cared
f*ck making As and Bs
I wanna make Gs and be the n*gga selling keys
At ease I squeeze, selling them nickels and them trees
Instead of them leaves, I grow my money from the trees
Y'all know the story then, I keep drama like auditoriums
Then I clap at it just like a muthaf*cking audience
Word on the street, n*ggas slanging what I'm slanging
Better ss-sling it swinging,cause I ain't swinging when I'm bringing
Now they out of line, it bout to be a violent crime
Stuck the ox in my pocket, in case I gotta face some Island time
Filling my boots with extra lead
Cause f*ck it the bad boys in blue, can be the bloody boys in red
Premed, I c*ck my gun and grab my keys
But the left the back door open cause I ain't try to freeze for no D's
We breeze, only the automatic fifth in me
Guess it wasn't no mystery, I was bout to make them n*ggas history
Deep under pressure they put two and two together
But they ain't clever, I keep my fifth Beretta filled with four
Better forever bop. Toting my trigger through the Glock
I blew him in his knot, and made the n*gga do the Wop
Uncertain. I seen a shadow lurking peeking through a curtain
My gun starting bursting, I left her hurting with her head squirting
Punks was coming out of thugs
But n*ggas was trying to form on me cause I gunning out of slugs
Running like adrenaline they was coming like the Gremalins. Dipped behind the car. Remembering I stuck my Timbalands
Started sparking and bucking
The symbolence surrendering
Emptied all their pockets and left them muthaf*ckas trembling
I bust mines,and all you sons can't harm me
Y'all little and scrawny
I'm a one man army
Papoose!
Kay Slay:
We tried to warn y'all n*ggas...y'all just wouldn't listen...
Dang!