Lyrics:
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo
us, when we disrespect ourselves, By taking our own lives, over senseless things, you know!
Some of us smoke til we just can't smoke no mo
can't get
[Product G&B]
Oh yeah.. (G&B)
Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.)
Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah)
Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo)
Oooooh-ohhh,
got nothing to worry 'bout after life
Bet I'll never trade for 25 to life
This is what I'm all about
I rep' my Lord my Saviour and I still live by
kicks (Kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no
why theirs no stoppin' me 'till you cop a plea
Man, see now these bitches want to fuck wit Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook
with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it
with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it
and my people came to throw them thangs
Rest in peace to all the young G's all across the world
I still salute your name
And never mind who's ever left
get like me [X2]
Er-er'body love me, boss so fly
Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2]
C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the A'
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
And that's on these four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy James to bless me wit some mo' thangs
I took a vow to keep it G and that'll never change
And if you ask the niggaz wit me they'll say the same
All my homies like blood and I talkin' gangs
Verse: [B.G.]
Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust back thang
the 'Niffecent cock your Glock
O.G. for life he about to rock
It's the 'Niffecent on the block
Get ready he about to shock
It's the 'Niffecent cock your Glock
O.G
to.(Strictly this game)
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
This rap game is what I'm talkin bout
I'm makin clout
And got G's in my bank accout
So what you thinkin bout?
zeros when you approach me
Top shotta sippin' top shelf
Independent you did not help
Play by my own rules
Feed my family every time I write a masterpiece
if I got the stuff
packin gats incase I gots to bust
my cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no
nigga I can trust
plus, family
to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I
yeah, I'm doing my thang
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
yeah, I'm doing my thang
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
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