Lyrics:
murderers
Heard of this gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all night with a jet black 9
In a g-ride killin up your whole set
Givin a damn with a strap in my
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.
to the left like
Bust a you-turn
Now I'm dippin on the freeway
Headin out to Englewood
Going to see my thang
Open the door to that g-string
Tell me what
[Chorus - 2x]
Tell me where your hood and I'ma tell you where mine
But don't be beefing when you come around a g on his grind
Smoking nothing but pine, need
old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's
Task postil the police
Mac Arth to foothill, East 14th
Sobrante park, woodfield, Plymouth, and walnut
his stacks
Its the fact that I don't love em leave em troubled if they minnie me
Gold package magnum wit the platinum cause I need a g
That's how it
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
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
talkin', so wutchu wanna do?! (Do!)
Got click full of killas, nigga you can git it too!! (Too!)
[Verse 2]
Tha word on tha streets is
Some G-Unit niggas,
[Young Buck]
You know what it is, G-UNIT..
[All Star]
Yea yea yea I'm the prince of the ville..
lyrics wise, I'm the best man, y'all allready no.
So
and please and the reason the season
The click's off the heezy, Mr. Warren G Z
Gots to make it easy, for Snoop D Z
They come back, and drop raps and make
bro", Yeah yeah
See you when you get there, I'mma have it crackin'
For every G mackin', in this sad fashion, we started laughing
The funny thing was, it
face
But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby
So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes
We on dubs, it's all love, this shit crazy
And Cash Money is
G-UNITTT!!!..Shady...Its over, nothin. else. wins!...
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.
chest, show the world where I'm at
Lift you higher than a three hundred dollar weed pack
And a G4 smuggled in my jacket in the back
Yeah, some question
flip em back to you G,
Chales ese I don't take left-overs
Pero ando pedoso pass it over
Ese mi compita no se me raje
Por que aqui en califas asi se ase.
Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech
Good night for you. Bad night for me
But I still love you lying down : K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes
thug outlaws
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the families locked away
Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay
goes out to all the political prisoners
DLA, stay g'd up, what
[Shyheim]
Stay on top comrade, 'cause the bottom is crowded
The bottom is bout it,
am not
You're f*c*i*g second choice
No, I am not
Turning down my voice
Until you understand
There's nothing to command
Until you realize
That we
du bist kein G
Hör doch mal, Junge, Screwaholic fickt den Beat
Kaum zu glauben, Vendetta mit Cem
Und vor dir steht jetzt sowas wie der
Ha ha, MH, yeah
You know how we do
T.U.G.
Let's get 'em
Beautiful, she seemed
But looks ain't everything to me
She took my heart from me
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