Lyrics:
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
jumped by four niggas
Took that shit, I ain't run
Shout out to G
The only nigga who ain't flee
And took more hits than me
Still kept it P
When the rest
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Just enough to keep to myself, and smoke half man
About to kill my boss, today I had a bad day
This fucker cut me off all the way from the last lane
It
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
sing, "Errrick Serrrmon"
That's me, got me in free
Looked around the club, man no half-steppin
Walked straight up, to the V.I.P. section
Sat by the wall,
came straight out the kitchen
Call me the joker cause I been the villan
Deep in my bag man you know this shit endless
She call me her genie I grant her 3
ORCs
This hoe tried walking out on me
She got fucked by my younger g's
She even thinks she's leng get outta my sight with your dripping stinky p
You
wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola
don't care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be like (Chill,
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this
If you got big dollars, Spit That G
KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G
If you gettin dough
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
of my P's
He been getting all of my cheese
Bunn that shit we ain't smoke no trees
Already told you I'm nuts, no deez
Man finesse my age with ease
Still
2 - Plies:]
This where you find the most snitches, and most guns
Go four little parnters right now, on the run
Half of the city fellas other half got
Manaman ain't waste
Man'a got ambition, I tell a sound-boy listen
Don't clash if you can't take on this years
Step down man originate like the get down
Yeah, nigga!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll
One two, one two y'all
One two, check it out
Got my man CL
Can't forget my man, Cee-Lo
Can't forget money earnin', Mount Vernon
Can't forget New
the p's 'n the g's
Yeah the p's 'n the g's like paigon's
I'm waiting on this money like patient
Balance looking low like vacant
I hope this lifestyle pays
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
no bitch if she social
Yea
Yea
Yea
Nah for real
Game run deep through my veins
All my OG's yea they came from up the way
I was raised by the ones
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
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