Lyrics:
mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
It's hard to sleep when I don't dream
My eyes are red, staring at the street light
Pop-pop-papa say, "Stay on my tools"
Back to my Ps and my Qs
I
She got a Bugatti body, yeah she a beast in the streets
She from the projects, the hood, you know, same spot as me
I told her "We already rich,
Get it!
Ha ha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Y'all already know the business, nigga, ha ha
Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets
I'm dealin' with too much stress
So I stay up on my p's and q's
And watch out for the G's and fools
'Cause the homies that I thought I had
See me
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
shot that ass up, you was holdin' out
Let the streets be the court, and corners hold the trial
Fatal, not fictitious
I rock the cable '86 shit
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
to Celine believin' in them gangsters out the street (good lookin')
Shit ain't just the fans, boy, the government givin' us streams (woo)
They like, "What
Twenty keys in the spot
Hundred g's in the dryer
Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking
Designer and it's by PEW
My money wreak of Dolce Gabana
My Rollie
fact not fictions, I'm all in,
Do ya time like a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man,
Ain't no
buy three (if you cna't buy three)
But you just wanna be that young fly G (real shit)
Before you buy weed
The runner's gotta run it by me (ask me
making g's
Let's kick on that Sunday cause tomorrow's Monday
L.A. liven homey cause it's the realest homey
From glocks to blocks all the streets be hot
gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is everything wrong
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more
with sorrow (yea)
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my wayyyyy (Harlem)
(Hope my niggas'll ride
It's do or die hope my niggas survive)
By my
Geah
Yo, Hoo-Bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2G
I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh
Hoo-Bangin', what's up
Geah
Ya know this
that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Is you ready?
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics
Wu Tang Clan no rehearsal or practice
Niggas ain't ready for this
Niggas
Despised By Patch Ass Nizzaz Who Tell Lies
(FreeSwaggaer For The Streets)
You See You Ain’t Even Gotta Get Up On That Mothefucker On That Mane
FreeSwaggær For The Streets
And This That TruSh!t
Undadigg, Undadigg
Yea
I Was A Young N.I.G.G.A On The Grind Flipping Dimes
Got It Out The Mud,
rollin’, dough flowin’ tryna move like a don
Still in a learning process like a student
Tryna get my G.E.D, push music on B.E.T
Niggas puffin’ CBD and act
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