Lyrics:
Chorus 7X: sample
Soon as the bass kick
[Shyheim]
There's a party goin on 5c-75
Everyone's gonna be there I bet it be live
Ran home mad quick jumped
flags on the end
C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'
Drivin' a fresh
and Dogghouse
Ain't nothing but a G thang
You know, we thank the ??
Ya'll think moneys all out
Ya'll better thank again
'Cause if ain't about money
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for
Keep that 5 by my side, my partner in crime
Do that bid with my brothers like GS9
I ain't trippin' 'bout no time
My pockets Cloud 9 she wan' be a star
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
swinging sticks.
You was in that courtroom, and came out fully drenched
I asked the bitch how she know me, she said, you go by trench
The way I stuff, her
up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my,
You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago
Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon
We're buying out the bar and Don Juan and every woman's
Step by step
5G full team
Ce ne andiamo via da qui
Racks by racks punto all in
Sul mio cofano c'è la tua barbie
Se fa la bad io le dico bye bye
beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm
till the day that I die it's L.B.
from the year 95 and true 'G's
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
y'all thought was comin' after Young Buck?
Hip-Hop's worst nightmare
Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
The Kicks Clean the Car and the kit clean
Pristine stacks in the Ripped jeans bells fly turn 5 into 10Gs Counterfeits them niggas pretend Gs
deep, think this light-skinned bitch want to fuck with me
Lil' bitch got locks, she remind me of me, tell her pardon my playa, I'm keeping it G
And it's
Mr. Bannon used to be
A part of my flock
But I said "You're Fired"
Cuz he cucks socks
They call me goldilocks
Cuz I'm great, and you are not
I'm
G-Ro, you can ask Don C.
Hip hop why the hell you find a nigga like me?
Snotty nose lil' nigga,
Yous to tell by his cream.
Now I'm wearing ice cream with
Take the five mikes
* five mikes.
Five star and * life (brrat)
(Bun B)
This is a G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where *
V woulda did it
Man I swear Mr. Greens, I went by that shit once
If I can't do it times three, 30k is what I dropped
On that lil bitch AC, man this
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
the bets before I throw the dice
I finally ran into her ex and figured out I'm not her type
Man, I'm five G's in, I'm just here to get a bite (five G's in)
murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock
And while you do that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
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