Lyrics:
the window alone on my own
I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household I'm out cold
In the streets give me motherfucking peace
I got nothing to lose
back the fukk up cause Capone's gonna bust
[Mr. Capone-E]
Locked up like a G, fukk my enemies
Straight parole from the streets
Fukk you, and fukk peace
daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
that street life
Seven hundred block of soldiers
But I'm surrounded in this world
Where I'm loved by many
And hated by few
Respected by ya'll
Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was
wild trying to rearrange other artist's
Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
Soldiers, violent, street games
You cannot hang if you ain't trained
To take real pain send shot good aim
Hit target down move on no shame
Speak out
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
Slow down cause I can't take the heat
Slow down (Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
went outside to drain my
Main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
kill, kill: that's all I know
Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I know
I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit
I was
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
Strong survive, by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin', bump through the hood
Always involved in the streets (Westside)
It's Doggy Dogg homie, did you
Baby
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
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
Try me and im comin out wit my coat arm wit sumthin,
Note on da table,
Pay me a daygo,
You cant get the cash then pay me in yayo,
Save me the drama,
comin' out my coat arm or somethin'
Note on the table "Pay me or they go"
You can't get the cash then pay me in Yayo,
Save me the drama
Don't go run
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