Lyrics:
step aside, ha!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer,
none of these niggas don't understand me
Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G
so don't fuck with TRU man
and if you do
this will
tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress
[master p]
Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
Check this out
[master p]
See I'm a g on the grind 24/7
Don't give a damn if I
like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G's been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting's all love and hate, 'cause a lot
do it like a G
On the couch in V.I.P
Shawty, we could get it on
I'm like, shout out to the DJ for playin' this song
Girl, we could act like two
K, bring the P-U-M-P
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm
G stays by my side
she’s always down to ride
and you’ll never need another man to hold you
na na
coz you never turned your back on me
and i when i
ass back over, what the fuck's wrong with you?)
(Man, what's happening? Is that your nigga or something?) Ay
Look check this shit out, that nigga, he
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And cant none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinking wisely
These pullas are
[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
know that bro
You know that
Right it’s mando, it's mando
Right it’s mando
Listen and I say this, because I love you niggas man
I love all my niggas
any nigga try to cap
Ice and grips and takin' trips, might cop a zip and make it flip
R.I.P. to Double G, she kept a P and that was it
Treat my
I tuck my P high
Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside
They never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride
I show you how to do this
of Papoose
And for those of y'all that didn't finish school
Check this out, it's all good
I'ma run y'all through this little Thug-acation right now
Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride
Feelin' like a pimp, doin' fifty-five
In a five-seven, clean as a reverend
LS3, so G, keep my engine revvin'
(*breathing noises*)
Come on over when your sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
[Outro - Knoc-turn'al - talking]
You know
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
When that No Limit tank start hittin'
Nigga them gats start spittin, good riddance
You better run like "The Running Man"
but if you ain't
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
vids like a Tik Tok
Yeah I like to G it down
No other mc can’t teeth this sound
You can tell the DJ to wheel this round
Might dun the dance I get P’s
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