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in the cul de sac
Late on delivery
That shit don't slide with me
Look how I'm living G
Got the bottles of the P
El Patron is what I be
Simp shit is all

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut

The G-O-A-T, the one who raised me
My friend since i was 10
200! 2003
I’m old as fuck
I was s'pose to be a millionaire by 21
Dumb FUCK SHIT, should’ve sat down

into a wave. 
Where, I couldn't be denied, not even by them haters.
Where our love wouldn't break, like the leg of Kevin Ware.
Where, if anybody stepped

trap make dat p
Swerve the whip
Link the fiend
Invest money
Then Make dat clean

Think wisely fellas
I know guys that will let that rain and Trust your

don't love your brother
Left my old self I'm clean, hemmed up by G.O.D
Actin' like I'm fuckin' green, list long like a limousine
Got big like creatine,

straight Hennessy, I'm Jordan wit work 23 for the G
I'm blooded all day shake my man hands wit Ps, I can't do my work my report card is Bs
You parasites,

Yeah look
Had to grind had to make it
City's son
Underrated
Check me now never fading
Don P copped a G
For the fam
Flex the gram
Talking Insta chill

knees
Fat R.I.P. to the real O.G
They think they understand me
But a Hamster be confusing
Nightcore in my name cause I be amusing
Just popped an Eddie now

boy
Loud finna take your ass to school boy
Niggas ain't playing by the rules boy
Put the P in the square like a rudeboy

I ain't fucking with your crew

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's

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See a lame, I'ma hit em with the point blank
Shit gets hot in the block, on the hood gang
I like my white smelling

care about you whores

And that's just how it is, so y'all niggas better face it
I be rocking G Fazo's, even tho them bitches basic

I'm a real ass

and fuck with me
I swear that these n**** can’t do it like me
Ro Canali, he a motherfuckin' G 
From P to the AM, PAM
Posted in front of the cam
Bitch now you

Two

Rise & Shine

Xclusive R&B

2006

cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic

praise the Maker
The fakes will always hate pon who a get d Cake but am d baker
Now a G life
Fuck any girl me fee like
Man feel nice
Fi av 3 bike
Nice fast

or fuckin fold
Ducked bounty hunters and p.o's
Fought lawmen and c.o's
Been a hot boy since a juvenile
And I stayed loyal to the g code
Been in club fights

snacks 
44 packs
Of Chili Cheese Fritos
Black Beans by the bags
San P. and Vitamin C
Im a survivor 
Call me Destiny 
And like a child
Oh I been acting wild

the time of day but if you had a rolly man I swear they’d find the time today
And maybe I’ve just deeped it since I’ve started making music or
Maybe it’s

crossing my t's
He tried to cross me im lining his g
I feel depressed when im not making p
Taking risks for the bread cause its not guaranteed
Law number six

violate / 
Tell the DA i plead guilty, but I fled before my trial 
Date / 

Mans done got shot over 4G’s / I just talked to Juice, said he dry but he gotta

stacking up this bread till the A M
G catching long flights just so i can be right by your side
I'm buying rolls Royce once i get the chance I'm going ghost

Some niggas gon say that they watching ya back when they really opening the back door
I took a loss had to run that shit up bought a bag of some G and i

in the streets
These niggas gon die over beef
And they hate cuz they know ima g
Ain't no letters but I keep it p
From the irv but I come to the e
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