Lyrics:
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
And hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo
seen the studio
Glock held the stock, ten shots like a new Malone
You ain't thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong
He was a soldier, he can't
some dodges like some alkis
Piff were bunin got the street smelling very loudly
And if your running tings up in your ends then get it out g out g
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
Playin' their little crappy love songs by the fire
I learned solos by ear
And never on a Squire
We avoid those
Cop the black Strat with a Floyd Rose
nobody saw shit 'cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep
trees
Rap is for dick suckers and
Divas I don't recall these
Type of niggas living and breathing
But I reside that
Eastside 17th streets of the G I
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
they got
Nobody saw s*** cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
N****s frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
'bout to wreck shop
This c-note off dead body
Smokin' and leanin' nigga,
Stackin' paper foo, you know what I'm talkin'?
Man, I'm larger than life
up)
I got this Vision on me, like it’s a foresight
Includin’ all my soldiers down from the court side
To a 100k a week, countin’ chips by the poolside
winter
Singin' birds don't come by my window
I got some swans on the floor
And what you want? I got that shit for the low
My Detroit partner got that
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
She's switchin' for a C-note, she'll do you like G-Money Denino (we all we got)
Have you cryin' in the streets like Benzino (ah)
All this shit is new
on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the O.G. niggas giving game to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is
Uh
Making 'em kiss the loaded piece
The heart of a soldier without a soul that weep
Most is street, glorified five percenters that hold the peace
corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
a couple of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dollars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't want to holler
Back to the streets
thought that my d*ck was a joker
That year at gwagztown kingdom we Light it up while playing snooker
G's poopin' champagne on the streets
BlaQ can't do
outsid
Yewor abonten
Abonten
We outsid
Yewor abonten
Abonten
We outsid
Adzonugaga
mikra mi light
Boys from the street of Ghana Africa
Here we come again
Over this street shit
So many dollars been made
So many friends been played
So many ops got sprayed over some G shit
We running two minute drills fuck
While everybody been sleep
We only making soldiers an we push them thru the week
Don't talk about just be a about it
Shit everybody in them streets was
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