Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
me and the gang, got eyes on our back, when we step in the streets
We walking in style, we walking with heat, you can't downplay me and the g's
Step,
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
Straight up man, you got pussy nigga problems
Sho’ man ain’t nuthin’ but a G thang
I can see your G string nigga you soft
And that’s what the streets saying
in that heat
Wanna pull up next to me?
Get Blast! That's on G
I got Nike's on my feet
No hitters in the street
Cause I'm in this by myself
Never needed
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night
Kiefer zerschlage
Steigt sie ein und bläst im Auto wie 'ne Klimaanlage
Mit Kilos Ghettodeals, wenn ich auf der Street den Rambo spiel'
Gibt's drive by
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
a mystery
Cause Lord knows (how treacherous these mean streets can be)
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real
I'm from the jungle with the concrete streets
You don't want to rumble wit the real O.G.'s
Man I'll plant ya like a chronic seed
And ya girl done
properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance
Yeah, yeah,
It's another one of those,
Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in
the streets
Who be out here in the heat
Who be out here when its cold
Who really locked in with the g
I can't let you nigga's take me out my fucking zone
I'm in
Ha
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the-
Stick to the G-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
Ayy,
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
of sum
Of love in your neighbor
We gotta cater to those in danger
In the streets, we gotta watch who we keep by our sides
Addiction attacking all
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
Bad Boy
D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
from the street and you can smoke
Yap Chan or me collectively we the three most
G'd up femenist ever telling this bitch
[Chorus]
[Doggy's Angels]
Keep
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
motherfuckers
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just reality
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