Lyrics:
feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't
tryna impress, G
Man, can see that your man-bag's empty
No need to pretend
I don't wanna hear you talk greazy again
Never shot food, never shot no
x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into
new legion of some niggas
Aiming high pass the idea slangin'
Praise Allah for keeping me awake man
I lot of my niggas fell victim to the dope game
Some
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
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
Spoke to the yard man wanna know the p to the 45 like Alhan
Spoke to the runner said he's got more than a oner and he's still counting
Will get that
Man, Redman, B-Real
Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know! G-yeah!
I ain't here to bring the East back (nah), I'm here to relapse
An hour
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
roll, roll your dubs
Eastside I-T-see
Roll your dogging doggy dogg
Nigga this D-P-G
way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with
I'm tryna get p's i don't want no fame
I don't want no fame
If i could then i would do it all no name
Do it all no name I just want that wealth you
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
Show love if I think you're a hater
Me and my G's are doing it major
Faded
Us man ah chilling invader
All my gyal are naughty by nature
Man ah
me making disciples, we live and learning G O D
Accountability, biblical lens through your P O V
Or pvp how I pray for enemies making amends
Keep
out, man, I make her fiend for that blow
They be pumping the P, P be pumping them hoes
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "just go"
You ain't
Rey pop out
Tell by my name that we bringing them glocks out
Whole lotta G's inna band, we gon rock out
Whole lotta P's inna pan, bring the pots out
Bon appetit (yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (where you at?)
Then fell asleep (fuck that bitch)
Countin' G's (yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (yeah,
talk, man, I really don't fear that
Ready to die like B.I.G, don't fear man
If you're really on P, I'm there, man
Been up in the scene, they lie, not
wig, now it looks like a droptop
Big hand ting goes pop pop
You can get slapped by the dots or the Glock Glock
Aye, you know I stay paid in full
Man
know ima g shout out to a-s-a-p rocky
I keep it on low I keep it discreet
If she want the meat she pay me a fee
Brand new car push start no key
get paid
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
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