in back of the 6 ya heard me? mtv they gonna play my hits ya heard me? even though i'm real ghetto and shit ya heard me? i got a g niggas shoot that
forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G'
Nigga, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and nigga life (brrat) (Bun B) Nigga this is G shit Straight
you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S N double O P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin
I choke chicks Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy Ol' girl might yell rape G, you
holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed, Mike
in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike
cap-gun shots, nigga This a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g
lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G
B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G.
brought the noise Slept on the ferry boat coming from L.Q. The Purple Rain in the air had me stuck like glue We would dry out Macy's, but 8 G's worth
bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
my drop sick Yeah my glock sick Am I not thick? I'm it Motherfucker I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and Tupac Andre 3000, where
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike
we ain't never scared You heard what Lil' Mark said D4L put it down, radio gotta play it Still on that front street Fuckin? with them young G's Cicero
the white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G
G.I. JOE Music: Kevin Rutmanis, Mike Patton Lyrics: Mike Patton At easy, men Your brain's in your palm again Yay, yay You'll do no harm, my friend Yay