Lyrics:
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
walls in your motherfuckin' daughter
M-O-S, S-I-E
M-U-G, and K-I-V
Always to' with E-4-0
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on
If it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up
With my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it
("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)
You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
You want to escape, but you got a date to meet fate
Z-y-x-w-v-u
T-s-r, q-p-o
N-m-l-k, j-i-h
G-f-e-d-c-b-a
Now you know the mystery
To saying back you ABC
When you get stopped by the LPD
Sing this song
X-Peng G NINE, you're my ride,
Packed with tech and luxury inside!
We're cruisin' at one-forty-nine,
Feelin' like I'm twenty-five, alive!
With autopilot
Santan from the V-V x AJ
Mad mystic with the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy like Ray J
Champagne
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
cats wit y'all feet up startin' to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck, gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I
a fuss
Cuz I'm frustrated by the tyrant's virus
Or is it us? I do make a fuss
Cuz I'm frustrated by the tyrant's virus
R-E-V-E-N-G-E, Yee
R-E-V-E-N-G
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped
Out of high
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
I'ma keep trying
And bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N
Come on
Girl, make no mistake, right by my side
Little mama that's your place, keep holding
[Verse 1]
29-5 live the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy the courts are living
Of course I'm living, bought some linen,
Take a courts on winning,
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
speak
Is your body on like 5G
All your limbs is kicking like Tai Chi
Oh you ever seen them people do the Hyphy?
Two melodies that come to life, now
[Chorus]
Hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by
a tree, now we hang behind the rope, we V.I.p
We do it B.I.g
Ain't no need to see I.D
The entire scenery shrouded in mystery
Clouded with greenery
Six
thug
I'm a street thug I keep it G thug
Look at me I'm a teach you
How to greet a thug
Whatsup soldier what's poppin my
G what's poppin my g poppin
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
'Cause I slang these things like a G
It's on, is anybody killing for the summertime
I gotta get another
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