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The grave is where I send 'em Kill 'em the way I spit 'em Some people can't keep up with 'em I slow it down like O.G. Ron see do when he spin 'em What ya know
though What you want to be when you grow up? I want to be a G like you. A No Limit Soldier for life Fuck you hatas, 'cause we have millions.
didn't want no fast life, poppin' bottles err night So I get the movin' just like a g should Three years later and your boy still livin' good I cant
can't do it like me) Hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit!!! Somebody tell me what this world comin' to Why they go get they metal
on the block And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'll
of the G.O.P. or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel. You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable.
fall A lot of hoes give me they numbers but I never call A real o.g. look at v.i.p. and see a nigga ball Then after we hit the club baby then I'm
or pro ---- its not about that dough, Although it is nice to make loot at what you love, like me and James Craig talking life over Grovel, me and G
Night Till Its Monday My Shit Will Prob End Up Where My Son Stay Got Baby Momma Drama Cause The Bitch Drivin A Hyndai And I Got A Rolls G Up Hoes Still
do, what they gots to do Live from the G-5, that noise that you hear on top of you Top of you like the cops will do, ...when you resist arrest I ain't
Deutschrap ist wie Micado, jeder Spast hat seine Finger im Spiel Rolex modell Submariner Bigboss aller doubletimer, K zu dem O doppel L, E G A H Also mach
more them gray skies Girl we flying on the G5 And I'm leavin' never looking back again? So call you shawty and tell him you found a new man The one
Mantel an Kid, der angesagt ist Wie Spielernamen von Stadionsprechern Trink ne Tasse Kaffee, schick deine Ho wieder zu dir O.G.s salutier'n, wenn ich
sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie. I'm the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town, SP low G ain't
the light" I just kept pedalin, I didn't get mad or gipe Sell that rock and the pipe, G 'til my afterlife Let me get on stage, bet I say the things thatcha
Ey bitte guck hin Nutte der Typ der freihändig Im Daimler Benz, Weiber bangt Renn denn die K zu dem O Doppel L E G A H Einmanngang Läuft in deinem
turns out you was blowin hot air, Kenny G But you was cool, accepted you instantly Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies And though we share a few
like shock g and humpty hump Its on now, you got to pop me to shut me up Slugs missed ya, we ain't mad at ya, boy he ducked We can go hole for hole
We independent, dunn we Infamous Mobbin G.O.D., Nitty and Twin in The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium [Nas] Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes,
D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch I spit this verse for unique two, five
K-O-Doppel-L-E-G-A-H Yeah Amis können's kaum aussprechen, doch sprayen es An Hauswänden, von Gegenden wie South Central Los Angelos Und keine Hood
more them gray skies Girl we flying on the G5 And I'm leavin' never looking back again? So call you shawty and tell him you found a new man The one
she ask me she can hold a G Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it Used to be N Luv With My
else, Somethin' pure, an amazin' brew, Mama raised a G but didn't raise a fool, So I don't wanna loose you like I lost so many, Not really carin' bout our
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