Lyrics:
Semtex, 279, Dr. Wax, Jason Eavre, HMV, Envy
What up, Envy? Get Real, Flex, Funk Master, Flex, yeah (Violet)
Can't forget E-Nyce, (Eric Lowe), the entire
Mmmmmmmm - Judy was from down South
She had a warm heart, that could get real cold
Judy was all about, G-O-L-D gold
[Teddy Ted]
Now, Teddy Ted, and I must
[layzie bone: all aboard!] nothin?but real g's in back
Of me, that's my mo thug family. if you can see what I can see straight from the
Land of see-l-e
funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so nigga, please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see
money, chronic, clothes and weed
Look, you fuckin with some real O.G's
Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dough
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
of a match pussy
I'm fire
This league needed a match so Smack booked me
But look, hold up
Did you ever hold up a gat pussy?
Real G's know how the AR feel
[E.S.G.]
It's E again, baby
A nigga mashing, for his motherfucking ends baby
You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
And I been known to go exactly
(Hook)
E just lost his grandaddy I can't tell he ain't happy
We don't talk much but I been praying for him like a damn pastor
Always love on this end
shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MC's, the DJ's, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days
it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they strap on
Don't nobody cap on slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by
The D-O double-G-Y D-O
stress get blessed
Like E-lot
Gotta Smith and Wesson
No Gi-Lock
Know I stay rock steady
Like Bee Bop
G.S.B like cowboy bee bop
Know I gotta get the money
brothers and we iced up my G
I was down bad now we up man for real
I was down bad now we up man for real
Money in my mattress, baddies know my address
When I
Game and my sister DeDe Pooh
I'm back, I'm back and yes that's me
Lil M.I.K.E aka Mike G
Too Real, don't give a fuck how you feel
Run up you get popped
a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
It's the envious taking our
everything around me,
God rules everything around me,
Ice cream, nah it's G.R.E.A.M,
God's rules everything around me, God's rules everything around me, God's
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then, run my tongue down your neck to your bare
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
to the tri-state
Make it hot, everybody know my name
Blac Haze, real nigga true to the game (come on)
Blac Haze, get on down (ah)
Merciless g's get on down,
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
Jodici
While we Listen to that Jodici
Come and flow wit me
Real slow with me
Girl you know I'm where you supposed to be...
Call me B I G W I Double L I E B
And by the time that I get back
(G) You’ll be the perfect man I’ve wanted
or (D)hit the road jack
CHORUS: ---------------------------------------------
persona
Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me
This the big three, G-are-I-N-D
I-N-G, all about the currency,
don't act like that
I know you got my message, boy, call me back (call me back)
Hey now, don't act wrong (come on)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
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