G-Unit - Ease Up (Lyrics)

[Hook: 50 Cent] x2

Y'all niggas better ease up

Cause I ain't for the sucka shit

Better figure out who you're fuckin' with

Hoes down, G's up

Don't get me on my other shit

Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself

Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath

Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left

And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death

Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill

Gettin' head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film

I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim

Talked 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' in

Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again

You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm the one they come and get

You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get

You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at

Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap

I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now

I know where Buck hide 'em at

[Hook: 50 Cent] x2

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I've been with the bullshit, niggas sayin' I'm slippery

[?] my car door, them niggas wasn't hittin' me

Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs

Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'

I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss

All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss

I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about

I show a country nigga quick what New York about

City slicker, slick nigga talkin' slick shit

The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with

If they're tryna eat, out there on the street

Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak

[Hook: 50 Cent] x2

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki

Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep

Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig

Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig

So your claim to fame is puttin' work in

I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon

In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fuckin' door

If niggas ribs touchin', kick [?]

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]

Fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya' scrambling still

Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield

Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because

[?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does

Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain

Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6

I steal a corner, rocky wrist

I hear you're boring, I'm convinced

I was born to double dead presidents