Lyrics:
Em B7 Em B7
And she sleeps in a tent on a famous cross-street
Em B7 A G B G
Right by the park
Em
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
cause china was fronting that, stick to the g code
I brought the money back
I could've ran off but that's how a dummy act
Few birds is light work when
a hustler or a g that's out grinding me in these streets
Everything I touch straight up catch on fire
Ain't nobody putting in the work that I put in I shut it
G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
and bitches livin' lavishly
But there's only one problem you ain't as bad as me
Who could flip a record company from half a key?
And drop a gold album do
Gsus G
so bare-skinned in the light
Chorus
C/E F Gsus G
But this is why I’m here
Dsus C G Am
I'm alive And the angel of mercy is right by my side
Am
You act like I owe you
But I'm not in your
yeah
I don't want a speeding ticket
I just want to feel the limit
I just want to feel
The rush with you
With you by my side
G g wagon yeah
Audi s7 yeah
yeah
I don't want a speeding ticket
I just want to feel the limit
I just want to feel
The rush with you
With you by my side
G g wagon yeah
Audi s7 yeah
yeah
I don't want a speeding ticket
I just want to feel the limit
I just want to feel
The rush with you
With you by my side
G g wagon yeah
Audi s7 yeah
yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your
G-Money, RIP Vail
RIP Nipsey Hussle
All the real niggas died by the clock
1980 flow
see a big future in music
Hope I got the right mirror
Came up in the Nike era
Tryna be a mic terror
'Follow the Leader' dropped album
Was a light
Untainted Love
Revival Worship Movement
By: Terrance Howell
CC : 2017
Intro: Bm G D A ( repeat)
Verse 1
Bm G D
Like a gentle breeze upon my face it
need some goggles to taste
They ain't a G.O.A.T. like C, they ain't a G.O.A.T. like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put 'em in the sun
and fight that
End you quick can’t see where the lights at
I pound some more you gone see the life flash
Start this war I won’t let you get by
First rule
and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but you act like
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
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