Lyrics:
Fuck you, this was never a game
Fuck you, this was never a game i'm a Ryda!
Bury me with folded arms
two pistols in my grip
With one off in
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
Started off as a street thug just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
probation
It's Hail Mary, till they bury me at G
I was raised in a pound, I'm a hoof with a Cherokee
Gunpowder pitbull with a fist full of blues
They think I'm
prescription needed G
I'm in my mode forever stuck
That's cause the lamb was slain for me
And now im baptized by the blood
I ain't talking gang activity
But man,
In few g's we're bound to be laced in
Addicted to this life that we're tasting
You blame me for the life you been wasting?
You hating, girl there's
to
The ladies and ghetto
Men
cn
csk me why
Ghetto love is the law that we live by
The Ghetto,
The G Code
The Ghetto,
The G Code
Verse 2
Rap music
The hood
strap and represent tha fuckin b.g. local loc's
We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work
I walks around like compton owes me something
Tote gats in the back
Tell mama don't cry cause even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a real G
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
I'm gettin' money
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
Of mine enemies thou anoint my head with oil
My cup runneth over surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in
far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin'
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
'Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come
on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me
Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine-free, suckers the Iron Sheik
Nine G's for the nine piece, how you define me
of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, see'mon, see'mon!
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch
She's something
runnin' four to the floor
O.G.s in my house me in the clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes
you
with me (yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (huh), drugs, I got several in me (yeah)
Now dig your grave all by
(Immortalized, High Powered for life)
(We don't die we multiply)
(Thugs, Energized like them batteries)
(Ball for this moblife, move with Thugs)
My life is
peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God
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