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I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

on the downlow
(x3)

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft

Damn another black baby on that pavement
My people built this country for free
This the repayment
Looking in the sky second guessing where that

will my rhymes hit em in the heart and come off clever
She call me baby talm bout come here I'll make you feel better
I'm thinking if I won't make it by

peace to Kay Slay
To all the DJs that inspired me
Ron G to Kid Capri
To the Wright Knight
Now in these white Nikes
I'm stepping outta my old self

robbed us haa but we ain't give a damn
Only 13 split it spent now we in a jam again
Feds took ouuh G bay and Bleed
If Big pussy knew it all he would've

and get murked
in the trap since a kid, nigga, free merc
Got a line on za these nigga shit dirt
I'm tryna get rich, I'm putting in work

Got curved by

the house to keep it G
But I'll be back in the morning or at least I think
I'll go out for a little bit but only a drink
So I hop inside the Q5, play my shit

I'm with my crew, pull up geeked spitting bars in The stu

This a full house with family matter my fam
Watch my back the mac jam when it rattle god Damn

'cause I mean it if I say it
Got Damn I’m the best in the game right now, and everybody in it know my name by Now
Young boss yeah u know i got it made

Cat drivin', I'm lying in the back
Tryin' not to get seen
By the neighborhood cops
I know I got the jakes in a foot chase
Calm, I just gotta get away

Too Much on It

Lunasicc

A Million Words, A Million Dollars [Reissue]

1998

to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes

like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?

Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites

He'll up it and buck it and dump at you clowns (On what?)
If shorty official on foe nem he silent get caught in that jam
And he won't make a sound (Boom,

You're better, maybe not by a lot, but a little
You're the patron saint of the totally fucked
You're completely toxic. There's nothing you can't kill

rocking back in the '80's
Live my attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, but now I'm just super fly

Bound for the boundaries, no limit G
Fat ass

on like I want that
If you ain't paying for this dick, bitch, get the fuck back
Opps steady laughing but they mans in a zip bag

Talking all that shit,

make me understand the ghetto 

I came from a place where niggas will kill you for a burrito

Every corner got hoes waiting to get jam in stilettos

grams stashed in the dash with no seeds in it
How you think I pop out with that cash? I'm receiving it
How you think I made off with five thousand by

a bowl of Cheerios
Mmm mmm eat it up
Gone head show out for me beat it up
We can go all night I ain't had enough
Got slow jams on and drink in my Cup
Stop

I'm like, "How many man got fried?" (How many?)
T1's on the wing, just got done the opp, done it so disguised (that's right)
My young G's puttin' in

niggas ain't the same
I was in jail, I copped the Q for the bae
I was uppin' sexy fish, eatin' sea bash
Lil' light lunch, man
I bought a half of G cash
,

Sick with
Bobby G we got bys supporting
Like Ron Perlman I'm hell boy
I'll melt you don't step to us
I'll let my brothers tell you
That that u know!

You

purpose
Touch me touch me end up on the concrete
32 shots on a killer 4 hundred shots in the sprinter
Shorty got ass she a stripper
Made 10 racks by dinner

(That's right)
My young G's puttin' in work with his borer
Causin' trauma, I was so surprised (Ayy)
Slim got four for the price of one
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