Lyrics:
yeah, I'm doing my thang
Check this Devin, somebody said that real Gs to go heaven
So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend
there
We ain't had much, the less to brag about but mo' to lose
I ran the street, Mama told me go to school
But now I got a chance to change thangs
but mo' to lose
I ran the street, Mama told me go to school
But now I got a chance to change thangs and maintain
Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine no
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
*Bucks talking
Illegal Paper Boyz x2
*Bucks talking
(RicHHH):
I want the finer thangs
Top Designer thangs
All the bad things with it
Yeah I
it
Make em make em make em scrap wid it
Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it
Party people do your thang wid it
I get to it why'all;
I get
when they roll hime in the heartless
It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it
We are Mo Thugs, packin' two glocks for the war
And it's on with mighty,
community but understand I'm saying that it's a family Thang
And I ain't worried about earing accolades boy I trap and slang to move this cash my way
G talk
a gangsta
Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me, always have and will be
Ill G, it's silly to hate but feel free
Hey, hear what I say,
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
If I knew that fool… he wouldn't taught me too damn much
Play it off like bruised ankles… try and ball like two hand touch
G'ma got a smooth hand
the bluest seas, family of killa G's
Don't fuck with me nigga, I be yo local assassinator
A cop got mo digits than you can hold in a calculator
My finger's
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, it's risky, you
full as tick.
Got some soul on blast in tha cassette.
Food for my brain;
I haven't stopped learning yet.
Hot wings from Mo-Joes
Got my forehead
watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they mo' gents then G's
My bitches use your mix-tape cover to break they trees on
Baked, top
kill your family
Cause we after that money by any means Killing hustling checks and thangs
I got a car so big it takes an extra lane With so much speed
I'm a G-Town metal, you know I'm bout my dinero
You don't want no fuckin' smoke, you don't want no bezel
Yeah, I've been about my shit since a very
sell ya soul for these hoes youza hoe nigga
Bitch imma chief sipping Tea
On my P's anesthesia
With my G's 7th letter
Some are B's some are C's
I'm
stares
And I am the I am that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in
that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city
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
named vanessa got it goin on
I'm a wax that ass give her one map then send her home
Headed to the mo she got my knee's knockin pulled over by the park
Now
That's Inhalte, exhale and I breathe
You did not know about me
That one nigga CJ G
That young nigga CJ G
Uh yuh, X The Key
Aye yuh, Albeezy
Aye yuh, Too
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