Lyrics:
That should only give you more fuel
Show 'em why you're you
So close, God, it's like I almost got it
But close only counts in time bombs
Gangsta bit*h stepping rolling wit the Ruthless.
[B.G. Knocc Out]
The R-U-T-H-L-E double S
Yo it`s the nigga knocc out
Claim the block so nigga whats
the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me? J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they
extra thick
They make me feel so patriotic
Man, American girls are something to see
I bet Thomas Jefferson would love be E T
This is a celebration
the Doctor D-R-E
Cause I slangs dick constantly
Now, when you see me in
Your hood riding by slow
Hitting switches I'm hopping for a ho so
Nigga don't be
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
a photo
Debbie does Dallas
Doggy does Debbie
Baby are you ready
This shit is gettin' heavy
Dippin' like a Chevy
Hold it real steady
Double up
to the D A Rella
Come down S T double E the E in the V
Come down the P to the E P A
Come down Idolmakers in the house how ya know?
Come down
other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cell mate said if they had let me bring some money in
We ought to send the jailer for some beer
People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four
Witcha boring producers
Your videos are boring, same girls singin
Everybody tryin to be George
with a drink about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink
Do you want to be a emcee? Or do you want
when I drop.
So notes, pause another spot.
To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you.
Don't try to be me, do you.
Be coo' to you and do you
Maybach
Are ghost tails for the Phantoms face facts
We ruin hip hop, slaughterhouse and payback
In the shape of a tat, you done faded to black
Go
Furiously
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
see the D-O-Double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down
Ay yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' with?
Double R, G-Unit, the same ol' shit (what)
Put
got my man Gang Starr in the house
and to my brother Smooth B is in the house
and I'm Greg N-i-c-e, I'm in the house
So peep it
[ VERSE 1: Greg
try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
Are-you-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
So let the guests
them worse to worst
Dog if you wanting to test Bone,
The con-se-sequences are fatal
Ready be strapped papped wid me sawed off
Clack back cause I
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I'm different, so don't compare me to another
'Cause they can't hang, word to the mother
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
somethin', can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck
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