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GGB (feat. 78xCapo)
by Hood$osa
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Yea
Sos
This was how it supposed to be, niggas can't get close to me
I can't trust a soul but boy, I know there ain't no hoe in me
If I get up close, I guarantee I'll let off both of these
Showing me the real you and it's showing what you supposed to be
Keep my fye real close to me, need it just to go to sleep
Niggas only demon, on the weekend we exposing em
At the club they notice me, all black like I'm Jodeci
If you want that smoke we bring it to em, let em know it's me
Big ol' 556 we came to Blick, we putting niggas up
Keep a couple sticks up in the whip, nah they ain't parking us
Walk down on him, startle them, who he think he harder than
Bullet started ripping through his chest, take out his heart and head
He don't mean what he's saying, dissing in them fucking raps
If you did it, double back, cause if not then we callin cap
How you still ain't get back for your brother, put him in a pack
Now we in the summer, up by three, I know he keeping track
Fa Fa Fa, niggas dying, we ain't playing about them bodies
Niggas capping and they raps, but aint spin and get a body
I'll call Smooth to make a mess, there ain't no question I know he got me
Moo was chilling on them steps, you should've seen the way they got em
Fa Fa Fa, told my gang, it ain't no stopping at them lights
Go straight, keep a pace, cause the only way is right
It's a war out here in Philly, you gotta always keep your pipe
And don't be loafing with them bitches, that's how Shhh lost his life
And that's on gang, we be sliding, ARPs and automatics
If it's smoke, then we only selling p's and we taxing
Smoking opps up out the wood, this some za, we can match em
Opps drop a diss, but they always innocent when we catch em
I thought he had a gun, but them niggas pole-less when we stretch em
Why he try to run, never made it home, they change the schedule
I was on the run, still selling crack and had the metal
The opps always diss, if we talking homies they lost like several
And that's on gang
Yea
Sos
This was how it supposed to be, niggas can't get close to me
I can't trust a soul but boy, I know there ain't no hoe in me
If I get up close, I guarantee I'll let off both of these
Showing me the real you and it's showing what you supposed to be
Keep my fye real close to me, need it just to go to sleep
Niggas only demon, on the weekend we exposing em
At the club they notice me, all black like I'm Jodeci
If you want that smoke we bring it to em, let em know it's me
Big ol' 556 we came to Blick, we putting niggas up
Keep a couple sticks up in the whip, nah they ain't parking us
Walk down on him, startle them, who he think he harder than
Bullet started ripping through his chest, take out his heart and head
He don't mean what he's saying, dissing in them fucking raps
If you did it, double back, cause if not then we callin cap
How you still ain't get back for your brother, put him in a pack
Now we in the summer, up by three, I know he keeping track
Fa Fa Fa, niggas dying, we ain't playing about them bodies
Niggas capping and they raps, but aint spin and get a body
I'll call Smooth to make a mess, there ain't no question I know he got me
Moo was chilling on them steps, you should've seen the way they got em
Fa Fa Fa, told my gang, it ain't no stopping at them lights
Go straight, keep a pace, cause the only way is right
It's a war out here in Philly, you gotta always keep your pipe
And don't be loafing with them bitches, that's how Shhh lost his life
And that's on gang, we be sliding, ARPs and automatics
If it's smoke, then we only selling p's and we taxing
Smoking opps up out the wood, this some za, we can match em
Opps drop a diss, but they always innocent when we catch em
I thought he had a gun, but them niggas pole-less when we stretch em
Why he try to run, never made it home, they change the schedule
I was on the run, still selling crack and had the metal
The opps always diss, if we talking homies they lost like several
And that's on gang