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G's
Making monies
Smoke them like trees
The G's
The G's
The G's
Ya boys bawling
Been running shit
Since I was crawling
Shot calling
I'm the Boss baby

doing what it do 
To make ends meet sugar coating money yeah i kept it g
Running packs like a fed x worker ray bans on my face looking like
Steve erickle

If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game

colors
They say banging played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers

Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven
Aye, where

(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What)

were you thinking Joseph,       what was running through your mind?
D                                G          C

everything ain’t what it seems
Just a cocky nigga gon get it by any means
Learned a couple lessons that life is but a dream
So I’m running, running, running

boutta pass 
G on spot Q gotta move fast 
Take too long gotta hit that dash

He running, he running, he running, He running, he running, he running, He

LYRICS  CHORDS
American Born - G

V1
G 
It's the cattails by the levee 
F
where the water meets the stars
C
It's a rust-ed up chevy 
G
It's a beat up

Derek Jeter


Can you take it slow
Girl I know you losing hope, woah
But you gotta let me know
Running, running, running, running

Can you take it slow

and riding a pony around a dusty old track
G                                                                     D                            D7
He was running

Never too long for my practice
It's too long for my practice
3 G's on me right now got a whole lot
Double G's on me now they on me now

Running, running

your always gunna get the real me
On a real g man don't know
Tryna get my bread by the boatload
All day running from the po po
Now I'm tryna get a-head

G Season

T.I.

Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head

2012

gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by

G Season

T.I.

Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me

G Season

T.I.

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by

Running Running
Through
Every time I see you
You be running running through
Make a stop then your gone
Who you running running to
I don't know

From Tha Chuuuch to da Palace

Snoop Dogg

Complete Urban

2005

'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by

some dodges like some alkis
Piff were bunin got the street smelling very loudly 
And if your running tings up in your ends then get it out g out g

Situations change
But I swear it's still synonymous
Got the beat from Mass
Signed sincerely by Anonymass
Aye

Real G's move in silence
All that shit

dons wan' come, let dead pum fly
I be in the dad's room, my young G's side
(Da) hus, Ratman, Peak and Megs (Da)
I just linked Ratman, he smashing out Z's

g g o d and heaven
Got G o d and heaven
I don't need no fake friends
See I'm just sitting here laughing on the inside
While y'all be riding by
Walking

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't