Lyrics:
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-are-S-E-why
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five
an ol "g"
Through G O D I'm as funky as B O Be
Words worth more than money the meaning is C O D
O C D when I rap I attack it like a D O G
Out the Matrix
to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
three-sixty deal, boy, you're probably a jerk
On Molly, while he profit off your body at work
Public Enemy told me, "Don't believe the hype"
I strive to be
Oh, what a night, yo, that I've just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, no, this
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
finally nail me for sellin' dope
They backwards, make tracks burst whenever I rap
Attack, words bein' known to explode on contact
Extreme at times
resume hustlin'
Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin'
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corna still
Seems we were born to kill,
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
Golden Generation
WE DA GOLDEN TEAM
Golden Generation
We do anything
Rap, Sing, Make my beats
Thats all me
Ima King that keeps his royalties
By my
niggas
Fuck them niggas! ("Take that motherfucker" - Ice Cube)
Fuck them niggas! ("I ain't bullshitting" - cool G Rap) (Repeat 2x)
People try
the answers
Dieing for a chance
To chop it up
Wit the chancellor
That's ME
G double O D
Double E multiply by 3
And yall see
Hash tag Raw D
In the place to be
Yeah
Yeah Yeah come on now
Some party some party some party
If you want to go say party: party
Say party: party
Nineteen ninety three
Come
luogo
Entro con 10 cani nel club
Lo faccio non per gioco
Mentre procedo fra' step by step
Ticino sud nel luogo
Più di 3G dentro il back' di un frè
Più di
feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick
shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock
Is it Kuz yo bitch all on my
Dick
These double G's on my belt
Louis V's Fendi P radas
All been felt
By my feet
And I purched
I didn't go just
a C-Class, AMG, I'm too fast (ah)
If I don't get no lean today, I fuck around and relapse (yeah)
Shot his brother in his face, I know that nigga three mad
hoes
Used to pump my fist with Arsenio
Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos
That needed to be me
My click needed to be G
All
S to the G N
I'm the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you took a loss
Fuck the DEA we shook 'em off
Bitch we shook 'em
feel
Double double baby cuz you quite the steal
Found a way to keep it g without the steel
Cuz I treat the booth like its battlefield
1 body 2 body 3
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough
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