Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
I don't destroy them
They way that you know who be he want me to hate like he hate
But I got too much m poopoo doo with me
Chorus:
up
G plus E plus T plus O
Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't here me do'
Huh brakin' niggas off who bother to
Fuck around with techs
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
gotta beat the crack game to become me
See, you got robbed for one ki
You was a bitch in the game like Chun-Li
I'll get you slumped free by my young G
the world
Ass from New York, to L.A., Miami to Atlanta G.A.
Cakalaks, to the Bay any place in the world that they stay
Even Japan and the U.K., you know
and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin' in a tree
K-i-s-s (i-n-g)
Yo, first comes the tongue
And then come the she my
and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin' in a tree
K-i-s-s (i-n-g)
Yo, first comes the tongue
And then come the she my
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, [?] with so
5G
Digital currency
If you'll take it it's free
Non-essential that's me
AI is super smart
But it wants me to die
Robots running my life
Carbon tax
okkkkkk
(Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look
(Good), they all from around the wayyyyy
(Good), hey there, (good), look at you
(Good), me, I'm
missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must don't like men (like men)
I say what I want cause I can
If I
J.D.L. ] Us
[ Eahy A.D. ] Deep in the cut
[ Almighty K.G. ] And if you don't believe we're real
[ all ] Then touch
Us
The Cold Crush
peak
I'ma gon' get me started wrasslin'!
Turnin' and tusslin'
Clutchin' and musclin'
I saw myself the demons when I'm bustin them
If you want
Strange music ain’t nobody can touch us,One shot to the head nigga you touched up
Niggas got it all mixed up Rob Rebeck,Now they all tied up by the sea
the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the world and playin' sharades
If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a gernade
want to die for
motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit
Yeah that’s where you find her
Louis V, double C, Prada tee’s, Dior on her eyelids
D&G, Givenchy, Burberry, she got on her diamonds (What, damn)
She want
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with
The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
the livest ones
New York, L.A., Atlanta, V.A., Miami, D.C., tell me!
Bon Jour, baby here go my brochure
Give me a phone call, I'll show you
you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If
Humpty Dumpty
And I made 5 cents of it and nobody love me
Ear catching production with no word I don't want no fucking lunatics to ask for instrumentals
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