Lyrics:
3G-3G-3G do just what I tell you
Bricksy, Bricksy, Bricksy
And no one will get hurt
Don't come in any closer
'Cause I dunno how long I can
Hold my
(Foreal)
She done fell in love with a real trap nigga
She done fell in love with a real P pusha (Whew)
She know I don't cum in time she got to deal with it
rowdy, let's get rowdy
You know Montell's 'bout it 'bout it
Master P's 'bout it 'bout it
Lookie here
Stepped in the club, after my show
You know
Records ?
How that nigga P treat you ?
What see Murder and Silkk the Shocker like ?
Nigga let me tell ya somethin
{Snoop Dogg}
For the hustlas went from nothin to G
We hustle from 6 to 6 to 6 again
Sell fat nicks for 10 til the bricks get in
Venturing from ATL to Michigan
Pithágoras Beat
Me'mo à tua frente eu 'tou atrás de ti
Deu p'a ver que nunca imaginaste isto
Depois dessa, a banda vira gástrica
Pussy wet, eu
: llen:r de huecos :ndo :ctivo en l: pist: con Yecko
Yo tengo : to los g:tilleros culeecos re:dy p: tumb:r por mi : cu:lquier muñeco
(Coro2) (J:mby)
Perdi o meu chão, ele passou p'a alçapão
O que eu vi do chão, eu não desejo a ninguém
Sei que no dia em que eu morrer
Ele dirá que eu vinguei (yeah)
signes
Dis moi qui me fera la misère
2 traits d'peinture on part à la guerre
J'étais p'tit et papi me levait aux aurores
On lavait les padock et
Å SI I FRc FØR
MEN NÅ ER DET FOR SENT, VI GJØR
E-T O-P-P-R-Ø-R
VÅR OPPRØRSTID
S - Y - N - G - E
STYGT
B - R - U - K - E
FRYKT
VI ER
O -P -P R -Ø
هلا p هلا y هلا o
عظيم متمكن زيي تاني ما بتلقو
هلا p هلا y هلا o
من الارض الاكتاف كلو d'Or
هلا p هلا y
هلابينو nigaa fire
Party جوا Spotify
Maguire
the weed to the next nigga
That's me let's see P E N C A M G
21 inches and I got them bitches skindy
temp me and any thing can happen I ain't rappin
I ain't
sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhh"
Buck, pass the blunt
It's G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin'
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P
A message to God
Since you finishin' 'em early, what posessed you to start him?
We made a vow later
eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I'm guilty
Let this champagne start flowin', drink it up 'til it's empty
Got this V.I.P
whose associates don't have at least a M
I love the letter M, Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC, Bouldercrest and I be skrapped up to the T
I used to have
a day and get done away like you fake
Straight out P.A. short Texas, servin' trees on the West
A money makin' machine, nigga I do it best
With
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P
A message to God
Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him?
We made a vow later we'll
sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhh"
Buck, pass the blunt
It's G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin'
and I ain't never met a piece of p**** I ain't liking
Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice and, you can do anything with these hoes
Except housewife
who twist up my new growth
Ha, ya shawty that's G-shit, Tokyo spinners, ya shawty that's G-shit
Please get hip to that new D.C. shit, on my P-G shit, I
[Dr. Dre]
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P.
A message to God
[Dr. Dre]
Since you finishin' em early, what possessed you to start him?
me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The C-M-B with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P
A message to God
Since you finishin' 'em early, what posessed you to start him?
We made a vow later
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