Lyrics:
by Vlone (Vlone)
I'ma stick to the G-code (the G-code)
I see you through the peephole (the peephole)
Do this shit for my people (my people)
Yeah,
you fake G's stay home
Leave that shit alone
King Tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, why'all niggas want
cop a squat on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordon blew and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
on the I.G?
Do you got that blue tick on the F.B?
Can you make them VEVO's in H.D?
So you ain't got shit just dreams
They might be dreams, inspiration in my
up G’s real don shit I’m uhh
No plea deals for who passed me
I don’t show remorse so don’t ask me
I need 80-proof to relax me
If they playin with my
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
A million dollas on my mind,
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!
I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga
shoppin got her own shit take a nigga
A million dollas on my mind,
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!
I'm like a bitch with a bank roll take a nigga
shoppin got her own shit take a nigga
and shit
I gets down and dirty for the dough
I got love and B.I.G. know it
He must got the studio bugged
Probably, as we speak, he's on his way up
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
here tryna' look out for you
Just get this money, enjoy this shit, enjoy yourself, but be cool, don't tweak
Don't tweak G. Enjoy it, but don't tweak
Live
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
lighting, we moon lighting
Star struck by demeanor (Real n.i.g.g.a)
Put it in her life now I got lil' mama feindin
Walkin' in my shine she can feel
Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket,
Dre
You’ll be pushing up daisies
Niggas who talk shit really don't (faze me)
Cause ain't nothing but a 'G' thang (baby)
Now Gs, not BGs, but OGs
"What
Feeling like Boosie in 2010
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
That's me
And y'all C-A-N apostrophe T-F-U-C-K-W
I-T-T-H-E-D-U-G-O-U-T
Nigga, what
It's too much of us
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
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