Lyrics:
I went ghost for a minute i was tryna get my P's on
Bronem in the cut he sipping he be on
We came from nothing to a lotta bands
Trapping with my
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
And I know what ya thinking got that E.S.P.
Always looking for a rush word to G.S.P.
I went back to the future on some D.M.T.
Where it’s man vs machine
in a Pea coat
We out P.G. homes, three in a pod
Plus tenfold, thirteen deep, yo
Decipher idols, disciples knock you down like tidals
When you not sure,
that's key? (Hahaha)
And you not G (Seth)
You definitely not P (Nooo)
They do it for GP with my warriors it's 3 (Ha)
Fuck
Just realized this shit ain't
from P-Long
Black Moon caught mad brooms and they done
Method Man, murdered by the same gun
Kool G. Rap lickin shot and KRS
But he didn't die fast
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
don’t stick together
Let it go down she get off first
First we f*** then we smoke
Then we eat desert
Rocky road crashed straight into a pot of gold
10 G’s
it
All eyez on me
All eyez on me!
Ca$hville records niggaz
And it's still G-Unit bitch
Yall know what it is man
Yeah go 'head hate me nigga
I got
tryna mek 2 g
Times that by 5 hundred thousand chillin' wid 2 freaks
Clothin' line I'll put that in motion I'll be wearin' my own sneaks
Stay there
I was born a real shiner (Shiner)
23 he a real G, he ain't gotta wear a pendant, ain't gotta rock no designer (No designer)
Nah, I can't see no haters
It's a K-I-N-G, nigga
Drop your P-I-N-G, nigga
And let the killings commence, I know I'm fresh as a mint
Her pussy got a lil' print, and it don't come
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
Keith]
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G
No time for promos, get paid when I MC
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so
Dropped one tune, now I'm doin' up madness
Bare talk 'bout backin' your G
When the Gs pulled up, nobody tried back it
Get out my face, you're a madman
P
R.I.P G Baby, you the realest
Way before all the Tik Tok and the triller vids we had the vision
Still sticking to the vision
Took a couple L's but we
the bitches)
Toast up for the riches
(For the riches)
Surrounded by G's
No P-O-P
I hold it down for H-I-P H-O-P
(Yay yay yay hey)
Ok I pull up high as fuck
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
a lil ass slug
And please dont call me a P dont disrespect me im a g
Infatuated with betchs it turn me to a beast
Infatuated what my brother had it
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
But them G's on the corners, move when I move
That's a warning, or I'ma have my goons spin a garment
Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up
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