Lyrics:
a point like Pacman chasin blue ghosts
So take it by the day, no better yet the second
I ain't tryna get double-crossed like an intersection
I know i been
You know what and we in that you knowhatI'msayin?
And this how we handle business, nigga
From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy
[C-Bo]
Huh, We
a bowl of-of cereal
Or maybe make a sandwich
Of whatever's left over
From last night's fast life, escargot
Rap tight, back by best live show
Roll with
me a stick"
Now she claiming that she love it, yeah
Get her roses by the dozen, yeah
Baby, take you out in public
Mess around until the sun hits
I
Uh, no I don't believe him
Uh, but know that I've been grieving
Know that I've been holding out
Hoping to receive him
I've been holding out for G
downstate, heh
I'm straight, at least that's what he thought
Caught by those loose words, that traveled back to the hood
And O.G.'s understood, it was time
the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by
bruisin' in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
bruisin' in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't
Poor little O.G
And I'm thinking to myself he never really got to know me
Looking up from my gravesite
Second scene from a motherfucker dead for life
of you are not yet in class
Correct this
You have five seconds to comply
A-B-C-D-E-F-G (five)
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X (four, three)
Y,
shit's gonna change
I grab the chrome from the shelf
Cause it ain't nothing like left
Your last step or should I say your last breath
G is past death
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
comes to shootin game, ain't no second guessin
recognize how we roll, 'cause we roll thick
it don't stop, G-Funk Era wit another hit trick
now...
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
see
If I feel he's gonna do some harm to me
Protectin' me, by any means necessary
In New Orleans, niggas killin' for less than a G
That's why it be,
they be speaking
Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep
That's how it is, I was raised by the thugs
They all had potential but they told me
niggas look JUST LIKE YOU
All this madness got me sick as the flu
You could be, executed, all the shit you do
(2x)
Second Verse:
In the middle
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go again
7:47, y'all
me and animals
Rules to this shit
I made me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game on check
Not just shit pushed back
Numero uno
never gon rest
My 16's be like a quest
Better sit back and prepare for my address
Collaborated, by the Southside V-E T
Singing off always, R-ID-G
E-M-O-N
say whatever to the bitch
She think I'm runnin' game
Hit the time, one day
I came out with a hundred K
Large seven mile, off a seminary
It's just me
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