Lyrics:
was really in the hood I was really in the streets
Hit my phone after 8 I was chilling with the G's
Know I know a couple C's and them niggas banging B's
it
Been real from the start, he feel like something missing
He call out the G's on lacy street
Searching for answers but niggas discreet
He started,
It's not Recording
Nah it's not Recording
G.M.E. Butta Gang
Welcome to SheaButta's Shop of Horrors
I'm SheaButta by the way
Yes
I Don't Trust Nobody
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
Make you wanna go to the swap
Meet and buy a white t-shirt
What's a G worth the turf we lurk was worth
A G before my birth
I walk these streets throwin'
to smoke
That’s how it goes
From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with
Snoop D-O double the G-Y
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb
Ay
Do the TC Bop
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
I got a glock by my arm
Grew up in this shit
Street game so fuckin lit
You can't cross a G
I'm a king I need a crown
All your rappers bow
500 G's
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born
seein'
Then recognize that I'm serious about my G'n
You hypnotized by the system, blindin' you from seein' the game
I'm tryin' to keep all my G brothers
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
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
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Look, fuck rap, I'm a street legend
Block love me with a deep reverence
I was birthed in a C-section
Hella cops
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
I kept it real with all my g's
And now I shine by any means
Every day's a struggle when surviving on these streets
Trynna get my people out where
buy a whip and a condo
Out the hood, out them damn streets
All I see is fake G's
But they ain't who make me
Bitches callin' horny smoking on that flower
World Wide
OFTB 1996
Low MB bustop
Flip Side let's take it world wide
Serve 'em
Suge Knight got the sack
Everybody on the streets and in
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