Lyrics:
V - I - G - I - L - c - N to the C - E
V - I - G - I - L - c - N to the C - E
V - I - G - I - L - c - N to the C - E
If you really want to live
If
fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes
at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my quota
Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda
[Mike G]
Recognise by the ?G' at the end of the name
The aroma in
V.2
They say it's the highway of the great
Don't let life pass you by before it is to late
Get in your ride 'n cruise the twenty four forty eight
the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
by the box
D is just disinterested
In anything you've got
But E eats everything
Yeah, E eats everything
E eats everything
Yeah, E eats
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
R.S.V.P! (x2)
(No relation) Get Up, Get Out! (x3)
Are you in or out, or in or out?
Say G, you've been acting like a brother (like a brother)
No way,
made me
Hey hater man, you lookin' down on a greater man
'Cause with cheese I'm grating quicker, and G's don't stand for gangsta grip
It means more
the heart of this street
Your squadron is weak
I creep with a five-star class we beef
Your block will look like a five-car-crash
Ya know, that you can tell it
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
on the grind and start shining
9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life
On a late night
That's the time we gone ride
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
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