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And I saw this mess around me, thousand of involved and despaired hands 
and I smell the bodies blood then, thousand people corps by corps we have
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running

She's impressed by a fat
Pre>this is reported to be played with open tuning but what tuning
Exactly I don't know. I have created a simple version which
Gets me by. it
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again
Em		 am		 d
As the angry seas have struck upon the sand
G			c		   g		 bm
And it seemed
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,
I say a prayer God bless the G's, 
I'm number one in this bitch 
Now they understand why I'm running this shit, 
From the bottom to the top 
I be
properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance
with work in my backpack
G's all up in that shit
G's all up in that bitch
Drunk calling me by my government
Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in
can drive-by
G's the only code we abide by
Blunt burning in the ashtray
Playing faggot games and now your ass chafe
Niggas wearing tight pants
of tha fools
Running drag thinking ya gone 'n
Put tha twist I ain't tweaking
Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah!

Verse 3: [B.G. KnoccOut]
anything to be down
Two hundred million blind mice
Running through this town

Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man
Wears a gold Rolex and put
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
and penniless 
That's the price you pay for running away from the stress 
Feeling the pain like dance by the DJ 
Reminds me of a time when things were ok
summoned the assistance of the celestial corp of engineers,
And, by means of a cute little song in the german language
(which is the way he talks whenever
Pre>intro riff the high notes are f# g be f# g see

The chords appear to be em cmaj7 e see then em cmaj7 3 times

Em cmaj7 d em
Every street is
Okay (Yeah) 
It's about that time again 

Green Lantern 

That's right! 

G-G-G-G-G Unit 

Ha ha ... Shady 

We Back 


I keep the heat on deck, but in God we trust
And can't none of y'all, fuck wit us
But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely
("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)
You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
You want to escape, but you got a date to meet fate
Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
Nigga, its time to roll
Pass me them nigga chasers
Time to do a 187
Its time for a murder
If you a G nigga, load
S. Sala / G. Abry / Phil Vaughn

Walking back mile a lonely mile to see my girl
From Kentucky
Down the road something on my mind
I gotta get to my

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