Lyrics:
corrompre la jeunesse
P A L M on se voit pour la Genèse
Stop, pause, je fume sur le dandy
My G toutes les affaires elles se font à ssous-Wi
La réputation est
All G yep
Call me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
One more for the road
Know you got a man at home it's all G
But when you need a real one girl just call
Know
See v i p
Police i see d i g
One time
See c i d
V_cizy
B i g talking
Notorious b i g
Mm, Demons all around, messin' with my mental
They be movin' vicious, movin' crazy, movin' detrimental
I say in every song, I got G-O-D, you know
on thugging till my niggas free
And I kill that pussy R.I.P
And I'm smoking on gas Double G
What you know bout' serving dem' fiends?
Still trapping
And I'm YF
attang
Raqsga tushgin barcha qayg'u-g'amga davo
Hozir hursan bo'l yanada hursand bo'l
Bersin hudoim baraka
Baraka sari harakat
Hammasi o'zimizning
Ogbono feli
Macavelli
In the street like a thug
Im the the son of G
Straight gangster
While you playing with me
I was in the cut
Mofuckers getting my bands
take too much of your time, I promise
Oh
Can you turn that up a little bit
(R-O-G-U-E)
Yeah
Ay, ay
Look, Charlee Chuck, icy like a hockey puck
Remember
Dubble R ik ben met Milly free m'n G's binnen zijn altijd spinnin' (no cap)
Ben op de block met K9's
Dit is Gallery Dept Balmain voor m'n Denim's ze
around the hood with a snub
Doing hits, catching licks, but she fucked with the bud
Heard G's in the hood, ran down with the snub
The boy G's was the type,
gave me the chills
Double G's, who I really trust, man, my life is real
I can't even chill in my own hood, lest I keep a steel
Left my brothers mobbin'
it feels so good
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze
thinkin how can I get mo' cheese
Bumpin a system costin 4 G's
I stay
cross P
Four: balance my hatred and love more
E: try to stay alive, I only live once
Six: never let fear control me, dunn
G: make the money, money never
I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off
the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G
and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly a** b**** wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
I'm from, dumb diddy dumb
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
(l'ont jeté à l'eau)
Qui va m'arrêter? P't-être la 5G (la 5G)
Traqué, ces enculés savent tout c'que j'fais (savent tout c'que j'fais)
Faut plus
most niggas got in their
pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the luck like Luciano
Hardcore like cool G Rap music made for concert
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed
'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P
Niggaz that ride for P.T. (For my hustlas)
The D. the S. the G.B. (For my hustlas)
[Verse 1]
I started out at the bottom of the barrel homey (Yeah)
Had
Remines twist shit blaze it up and spit this real shit
For the homies that R.I.P.
Don't trip on crip we keep ya'll alive
Meech dogg bigg Ernest, Fred
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