G-Unit - Ease Up Lyrics
[Hook: 50 Cent] x2Y'all n****s better ease upCause I ain't for the sucka s**tBetter figure out who you're fu***n' withHoes down, G's upDon't get me on my other s**tCause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t[Verse 1: Young Buck]I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myselfBite down on this bandana and hold my breathAlmost killed me, a couple more inches to the leftAnd I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see deathMeanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular HillGettin' head in the va, they got your b***h on the filmI got to bust a couple heads with my n***a Soulja SlimTalked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' inJust hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' againYou don't know who you fu***n' with, I'm the one they come and getYou know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to getYou ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot atShot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' capI'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right nowI know where Buck hide 'em at[Hook: 50 Cent] x2Y'all n****s better ease upCause I ain't for the sucka s**tBetter figure out who you're fu***n' withHoes down, G's upDon't get me on my other s**tCause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t[Verse 3: 50 Cent]I've been with the bullshit, n****s sayin' I'm slippery[?] my car door, them n****s wasn't hittin' meN****s say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signsSaid you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is dissAll I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is missI'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk aboutI show a country n***a quick what New York aboutCity slicker, slick n***a talkin' slick s**tThe slick kinda n***a n****s better stick withIf they're tryna eat, out there on the streetPop s**t, pop a n***a, watch a n***a leak[Hook: 50 Cent] x2Y'all n****s better ease upCause I ain't for the sucka s**tBetter figure out who you're fu***n' withHoes down, G's upDon't get me on my other s**tCause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a kiMoney comin' in, ain't no time for sleepBlunt look like a twig, one hand on a cigStashbox for the pigs, yah digSo your claim to fame is puttin' work inI'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeonIn solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fu***n' doorIf n****s ribs touchin', kick [?][Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]F**k outta here with all that money s**t, ya' scrambling stillFoot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfieldRealest on the planet, still, steal a n***a just because[?] yo he don't mean it, yes he doesBimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you n****s rest in painPeel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6I steal a corner, rocky wristI hear you're boring, I'm convincedI was born to double dead presidents[Hook: 50 Cent] x2Y'all n****s better ease upCause I ain't for the sucka s**tBetter figure out who you're fu***n' withHoes down, G's upDon't get me on my other s**tCause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' s**t
