Lyrics:
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
someone trying to scheme
That's why I stay low like your bitch self esteem
I want to live by the code
Made by G's pass down when I'm old
On how to move
Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold
man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would've been added, but it ain't at ya
Crashed on M-P when it went empty
The man
2
It's all the same G
trying to school fools, on this P-I-M-P
lession one
first you should pull a bitch, fuck her good
next time tell her no, the next
(Verse 1)
Slowly finding myself
I stay gassin' myself
I started this by myself
C'mon man you know what it is
Going hard in the off-season
Y'all gave
a P
Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit
You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"
And these hoes wanna roll wit a G
But once I hit 'em
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
by that
That day I told you that was how I wanted me and my brothers to be and me and my niggas to be
And then we went to this little private party,
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh
Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
Dope game, my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How this Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, man
Fat cat, what I be packin', how you love that?
time u get some push
People wanna take it back p-push
They rather see u on the run push
Than see u get it like that
Every time they stop u
Change up like
Man
Motherfuckers just follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these Feds
Racist motherfuckers, man!
I don't want to run
"This rule is so underrated.." - B.I.G.
"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" - Meth
"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." - B.I.G
x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into
on with the shades on not by myself but we on this Island
Aye
Now bring the hook
Heart of a hustler
Mind of a G
I been getting money you can't hate on me
this Fiend I'm a surviving soldier
You could tell by my breed or my feed 'cause if I bleed
Its a color fatigues see my greed keep me hungry
I'm
motherfucking Black up in this bitch right here.
{Juicy J: talking}
Juice man up in this motherfucker.
Take you all to the motherfucking floorhoe.
{DJ Paul:
tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag's empty
No need to pretend
I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
the evil in your eyes swear I can still see the good though
But you unlockin' my cell like you is a cop
How you decode all my V-mails, G-mails even P
feel you boy, where yours at Fly?
Man, on the corner of Third and Newcomb right in the heart of H.P.
Huh, this is for all you playaz out there man
We
wanna make my family proud
So if you hear my ting tun it up loud
I might pull up in a ski mask
Pull up in a black car four man G’d up
Everyone knows who
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