Lyrics:
Come tap in to the streets mob up and meet a Mac
Verse 1
Yeah, Db Fre$h
I was raised on the Northside by OGs
From wheels and deals to Phils yeah that
My heart been so cold
I been all alone
Homeless with the fam once now we gotta home
Ima keep on workin cause I'm always wantin mo
Man I want my momma
and RT let's all come together cause
We're all family im an Eastsider G
It's your boy BC from the L-Blue-C
Roll 'em up, Hold 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise it
master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city falling get that G falling in
Plead Carli kick it with
I ain't movin'
Dope flows, this might get us the RICO
Trafficking audio by the boatloads
Twenty bottles, fuck it, go order twenty mo'
Stack
disguised as the chauffeur
Best be grbbin' that 4 leaf clover
Aye shout out gopher nation
Family raised in it
Topher, I had grace since the fucking 70's
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
{*screwed*}
U.G.K. for life is the family, that's how we get down
Bring them trill niggas to ya hood and shut ya shit down
Playa you need to sit down, you
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
No Time To Die
Bond 25 free my bros out da cage
You feel alone so your heart filled wit rage
Judge said you guilty put ya family in pain
Why when
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
to define rhyme
L-E-G-I-T ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller
come on
[chorus]
B-E double N I-E Franks
B-E double N I-E
to go
Make a few moves then a couple mo, all for my folks
All for the love, all for the music, NO
All the above
All I really want to do is stop y'all from
I am that n***a to keep it a hunnid n three
Fuck all you n****s that think you can f**k wit a g
I am that n***a to keep it a hunnid and three
mama, trying to bust man
(Ha-ha, really though) you know I'm saying man
Niggas out here man, steal why'all shit on chrome
Ass want to be E.S.G., kinky
know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy,
heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New
Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
'Cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off
know about trues
Keep ya bobbin' your head by makin' major moves
(Chorus)
[Jhaz]
Never been no lame
Always been true game
Roll thick with the Mo
Verse: [B.G.]
Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust back thang
the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
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