Lyrics:
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget
I define the G.O.A.T
Record 99 and 0
Blinded by the score
Not the time for smoke
Too high to hear your jokes
I am not your bro
Born and raised in
Cult Encounters, Craig G (G, G, G)
It's that official hip-hop, you know (uh)
And if you familiar with me, you already know what I do (you know what I
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
ai vero G bro,
Traphouse in the bando, (EH)
Fanno panico non toccare un fratello,
By By for example,
Lamborghini per ogni colore di cappello, (O.G
many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary
(Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
a youngen with the mind of a O.G
Getting to the paper like nutten can't hold me
I rather catch a case by myself no co-dee's cah
Bitch niggas crumble and talk
I'ma kick that shit
[Verse 3]
Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit
I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun
La bibbia della strada, Barabba (ah, ah, ah)
Sono il dio dalla A alla Z, dai gas
I miei g boy by pass
Figlio di Dio, il nulla (ah, ah)
Prega verso
again
rap so hard we flippin' again
walkin' dubs on the benz
[Killer Mike]
One, two, crack fiend
three on boys street jeans
Four full blown hit
land
G4G you can't beat the team, it's the one only, endorsed by the VP
Oh no I think I might pee pee, lets go stinky you can't get me
I got the man in
?Slalucci?, kicking like Bruce Lee
I make G's off a pen and some looseleaf
I'm gone with the wind as soon as I begin
And if my girl act funny, I bag her friend
Elite beatboxer minus the raps
Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that
I literally keep three shottas
I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary cool G.
[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you
Throwback Buhay Estudyante
Music and Lyrics by Jonathan Hernandez
Intro:C,F,C, C,F,C
Stanza 1
C F
Pare naalala mo pa ba
G C
nung unang araw natin sa
Read my rap sheet, nigga: three classics!
Shut your bumba', I've got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump
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