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G-Unit in the stud' Dipset to, facts
I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track
Runnin' with the classic feel, nine-five max
Sneak diss, tweet
to the C - E
Eternal to the V - I - G - I - L - c - N to the C - E
c1 free speech
c2 meaning
Real men gon' live freely
What it's like lovin' life
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but
on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Styles P:]
I can't be humble, e
traumas
Enough to make you lose your ground
No matter what happen
Just represent and put it down
I feel I owe this to the
Real g's across the nation not
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
to the Wizest
We off, see the tank around our nizeck
We O.G. show me love
And the Baker Boys started the buzz
Now we California livin' like Dre and Pac
450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a O.G., 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded
'Cause a nigga like a dope fiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, 'cause
thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want
Open your eyes and let me groove you
Got the phat groove on the reel
[Chorus]
Well I'm the P-E-P-A, Pepa here to stay
And good when naughty
lovløs by for real mayne (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
De sier Bergen er en lovløs by for real (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
they broadcast G.D. till the world blow-up
And Stone run it
Hunted by police for display in state vile cages
Come out to make receive minimum wages
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
drunk, must have been drinkin O-E
While Mr. D-O-C disploiting his G
With a hoe in the B-A-T-H-E my nigga Art be
Rapin those hoes, takin those hoes
feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
WV Woods
By Cody / Garrett / Gary Hoffman
VERSES: E G A
**Intro lead: E G A
CHORUS: B A / B A / E G A
**LEAD** E G A (x2)
BRIDGE: E G A
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