Lyrics:
did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimp, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the streets with goons, I broke
stares
And I am the I am that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in
as an adult, about to act up
Out on the block he played the average street games
Gamblin, scramblin, just to build up a name
Pumped a few pockets, he got
On the road just trynna survive
In the streets of the Virgin Isles
I swear
You'll never know it unless you try
In the streets of the Virgin Isles
on
Witnessing death on the streets, muthafuckas be dying daily
All the O.G. niggas giving game to thug babies
If them niggas catch you slipping than your ass is
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
me
U fucking w a G
But thats my life tho
Aint gonna slow me
Even if I like holmes
Man I'll still ride
I might die tomorrow night
Thats why I dont pipe
never be
I used to serve feens with my bro's on the streets
Stack collard greens by any means
I don't give fuck, about haters, y'all weak
Fight till
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
dope
He be blazin’
Purple Haze in
Gas be the fragrance
We got Ac’s in the street
We be racin’
Blue clues
I got notes if you makin’
Money makin’
You
[Chorus: x4]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see
Title: Dulcimer Twins
Words & Music By: Michael Ronstadt, Rick Denzien
Intro: - waltz feel : D Em C G : 4x ver 3
Chorus:
D Dulcimer Em
a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
street stalker
(stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on
The dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the
Truth and not
really Billy Danze?) Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
Is to catch his ass (wet his ass) and to jack
From the ground up
Written by Deitrick Haddon , Siege Monstracity, T church
Verse 1:
My old G said D don’t let them break ya
The gospel industry is
From the ground up
Written by Deitrick Haddon , Siege Monstracity, T church
Verse 1:
My old G said D don’t let them break ya
The gospel industry is
Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Bm C
Strangers in
late, the board on a plate
all towards progress, no time for congress by the
time we took note, the battle was wrought
Smart devices boom, screens crack
to die yung and I'm a target when I'm older
We're soldiers, falling and nobody can hold us
Told us, so many lies my pen and pad is open
Imma get off
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
I was raised by my grandma, a grandma baby, I'm a soldier
If you talkin' all that shit, nigga, that gun gon' fuck you over
I'm puttin' - With that
got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's
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