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Make em switch it up like a Dj
Twelve hundred dollars on the Balmain denim
Wrist bust down like a pleay
Pack touchdown no EA
Using codes on the phone

From Yo Hood 2 My Hood

MC Eiht

N' My Neighborhood

2000

the Y2K
Check it out

Can y'all see where I'm comin from
Hoods and blocks and G's with glocks
Young thug niggas with rocks
Everyday and night cause ain't -

Paper Chase

Tung Twista

Picture This

1996

corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
a couple of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dollars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't want to holler
Back to the streets

Greed Hate Envy

Nelly

Ei

2001

the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out

I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter

Yo
Check
NLB in the building
Represented by N.G
Yeah
Yo
Yo, check
They all like hate
When they see me step out the whip in my fresh air ones
Yeah

a G O D
Tell by my E G O
It's the fucking sickest
Gorilla glue 44
I'm smoking under mushroom caps
Daddy to the game, where I remain
So what you say ole

part shit like Moses
I can’t help but respect that I’m chosen one hit from palm island floating
Stick to the G code
Lil bitch I go beast mode
I’m strap

a M a piece
Always keep my Memphis P
From the Bottom kept it G
I wasn't even 12 beating niggas ass up in the streets
You know that I never fold
And Lj

the league
Never had to bang but i hang with thr G'z
Cooling with bro cause he stick the code
Shit hotted up and i had to lay low
You know the bop this year

Nicky Bomaye

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell

Raid

Pharrell Williams

Fear of God

2011

short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination lock to the kilos that I hold
Leopard print

lie
Self esteem low so her heels high
Yea
And I got G code
Far from the streets but I know the street code
Touchdown in ya city like I'm Tim Tebow
Might

to flex in the harbor

My lil cutie getting sexy in Georgia

Know some shooters by the Mexican boarder

Fuck Trump chump word to my Migos

You don’t fuck

I just made a G today
Kids still walking to school, I need a brake
Its 8:15 in NY, Somebody no eats in Bed Stuy
Pull out that milk carton for Geda K

hat to the sky like Bobby Shmurda
Uh, couple donny's gotta suffer later
Ima take my time, it ain't nothing major
Phone my guy like "Yo fam
I need

to know about me
Is that I'm running them too

Uh hugh JimmyWiz baby
Yo I know he know
It's way above G code
20 rack he blows
Fuck a nigga he gold

they yellin'

All I got's checks



Written By: T. McGregor

short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell

block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle

ever I hesitate
I just go and I meditate
I'm a do it now fuck a date
All I'm gonna set is a plate
I just live this shit by a code
Yeah that bitch bad she

that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville

Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me

The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G

Some of ya

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

Slide through the trenches, gonna hear my music blarin'
Them young shooters givin' out bine for too much starin'

Blew twenty G's in a night, that's

I'm the man!

Yo, that ain't right yo, well, anyway

By the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Gots many plus plenty string by string
I think I counts like