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never out of line, they just wanna kill s*** Real talk, real spit gorilla s*** in my vibe I g'ed her for the combination and I saw bout nine I ain't
gotta loc As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke fool I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like On my knees in the night, saying
date You be talking like you B.I.G You'll get crossed out, you ain't got faith That's that guy snake Watch out for that guy snake Big bullets with
ich mir mein Funkgerät, Kanal 410: An alle, hier spricht Gunther G., ich hab' da ein Problem Ich möcht' so gern Dave Dudley hören Hank Snow und
don't needove, homie u just need a drink But they all wrong, every G need companionship Even took the time to use cursive for your manuscript When I did
the car back, nigga Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I'm too aggressive I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin' question Six
Paul Mooney Caught G.O.D., what about? Wasn't right that first time, so I came again Switch the name again Before I finally resign myself to the fact
the losing team I don't sleep much but I used to dream Then I woke up and started chasing mine Took a look at my G-Shock and said don't rush it Take your
past shit, you don't want no problems with a G Big Sig, big jig, I'm the gang of the streets I never had to struggle when gangs in a beef Always ten
WHAT'S PURITY, TRUTH, G BEAUTY? 行き急いで 泣いて笑って壁 THAT'S REALITY Culture, Efforts, Success, Reputation, Glory, Freedom, Power, Jealousy, Hate, Loneliness,
in dirt Aim at your apple with the archery Chef with the tweezers place the parsley for me Person in the travel car seat's a G I'm gettin' V while
I gotta know, what are you gonna do) Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t Cause it's d-a-m-a-g-e-d Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t Tell me are you up for
Glocks, 3 Messer, wir richten Pädophile hin Um G zu sein brauch ich keine Tätowierungen Fick dein Kinofilm, ich, (klatsche Frauen) Und mache Drive-Bys
my shit to stone Riz Tony ebony needs twat, be raunchy Put a biscuit to Ginger Limbs head and forced back in the porn, G Traci Lords don't think
bands Filled up with honey bees, at least 100g's She keep me on my toes, I keep her on her knees, She will swallow it all, then go shop at the mall,
killas, we ready for everything, trained for it all Play your position, object and identify, when your time is called No wonder we only gon' do it the G
bisou Tous ensemble Sur la jambe Sur les g’noux Big bisou Le nombril Y compris Bisez-vous Big bisou A la fin Plus besoin Qu’je dise où Big bisou
Don't need I.D you know bout me Caught felonies but kept it G Now I'm on my sh*t you can't f*ck wit me When I ain't had shit (Hold Up) You wasn't fckn
I'm lovin' bein' a G We're gonna have a good day And all my homies gonna ride today And all these mommies look fly today And all we wanna do is
me, and Al creep slow For a G in the video And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts My name
bis ich sterbe und Da läuft bei mir dann G.O.d. Part three auf der Beerdigung Jetzt pass mal auf, Kleiner Noch so'n Produzenten-Album braucht keiner
And we cool, 'cause they don't know You deserve the rewards, G5 planes, you deserve the board Tell them all the lames, they can swerve of course And I
Bitch vom Ordnungsamt Du bist nur ein Puffpreller, Sonny Black ist Goodfella Ich lass euch Hunde alle, cruele Du Schwuchtel trägst den G-String mit
of the street Still in the window holdin' the heat But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat Fuck G.E.D.'s ? Niggaz need DP CD's We
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