Lyrics:
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
soldiers and troops
If you not ducking then you are a goose
None of my people are rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like
still here, not afraid cracks is made, stacks is made
A G'll get you gats to spray
At my man's funeral it's like know body cared
But when police get
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing
fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, wit a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G
surrounded by real G's
No quick maneuvers
Dead inside been runnin these streets
For mine go through ya
When ya sidewalk end do you feel innocence
Treehouses
the pumpy on the side
Disrespect fallen soldiers that's straight suicide
We've been on top of the streets check the fuckin' score
Last time I checked ya'll
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
we started from the ground up
headed right to the top, ohh ohhhhhh
We makin moves for cheddar
cause the streets are too hot
G&B, M.O.P. yeahh
as the dogs proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove
Long as Milly proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove
I'm a G, I'm a Don, I'm a soldier (I'm
I was ready for that spot, ready to rot 6 feet for that street cred
Mentality street soldier, raised by the streets, I was street made
Simon, my mind
motherfuckers until we die
Tamil tigers we freedom fighters and we will bomb on you motherfuckers until we die
Tamil tigers we street soldiers and we will bomb
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthem
My national
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Muthfuckas go half went out like soldiers
They other half went out like a hoe
But by act of due process, I’ve risen to fame
By kicking ass and taking
only we know
Fuckin bitches spending C- notes
Bottle service keep the drinks cold
And the homies follow g code
Never jeopardize my street glow
Posted up
You said you needed you a thug
You said you needed you a G
You said you needed you a soldier
That's why you holla at me
No I ain't gon buy you
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Du you niggas hate on me and I see why
I handle B I and keep it buzzing like a beehive
If they aint never told you Im a soldier nigga G I
The only
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