Lyrics:
want deep leave 'em behind
Aiyo
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Come on Mr. Smith come get some
My
8G Legacy, now you know the reality
8G Legacy, we been causing the hackery
8G Legacy, 8G Legacy
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
They say we N-I Double G-E-R
We are much more
Still we choose to ignore
The obvious
Man this history don't acknowledge us
We was scholars long
[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice
[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
the heart what I'm known for
Skinny jeans, I don't do those
[?]
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I'm moving five mill when I shoot dough
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
a key? Need to come see me, Mr Local Celebrity
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebrity
(From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word)
(Nobody nobody)
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
the time, Mr Wolf?
4 o'clock, 5 o' clock
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
6 o' clock, Dinner time
Michael was
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
O.G. glisten and glee, sit in
Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so
to g-e-t me
Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d
Fuckin' around with the B-i-g
They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass
in these streets
I can't stop fucking with these hoes, but I say I'm just doing me
Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga, Mason street, D&G
That Florida
. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
You're all (you're all)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all
I need (all I need) (don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
Introducing
Mr.
Three, yeah,
O, yeah
Five
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck em, hop in the bucket
You can never take the life of a real G
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got
DJ (Jim Jonsin)
I want everybody to stop what they're doing (Mr. 305)
Now if you know you're with somebody
That you gon' take the hotel room
liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein
[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
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