Lyrics:
the Northshore
(cause my name is Killa B)
Check it, smack you, check your broad
Louie kicks look like a checkerboard
(cause I'm 'bout scrilla G)
One in your head,
master peace
I can't even master
I can't even master peace
They know they was destined, why they mad at a G?
I gave it all I got, this shit ain't
D G
1.In this love is like a wave, the same the stream of the river.,We cannot determined
c
and I’m Still perfecting this heat
And I still got love for these beats Shout out to D R E
My nigga you know me, I’m so MC And that complements my G
Yo I
and the treble Can lead that way
Father compass to guide me I will Forever be at mercy to follow
And You know underneath his tree I stay, Stepping up to compete g
A B C D E F G H I J
K L M N O P Q R S T
A B C D E F G H I J
K L M N O P Q R S T
U V W X Y Z
U V W X Y Z
A apple B boy C cat
D dog E egg F fish
G
Slimmy Jimmy, Slimmy Jimmy
321, 321
428, 428
S&G4L, S&G4L
S&G4L, S&G4L (Let's go)
Pull in a Jeep Cherokee I'mma hop in with my g’s (Let's go)
I built this shit round loyalty
No one had to spoil a g
No one had to spoil a king
You niggas dumb to me
You just a son to me
you can't be
Ay you know it's Big D
And I pull up at the scene
And I pull up with your B
And I pull up with a G
And you know I carry g's
I be smoking at the scene
blood, what if you'll pay the air you breath
Am
Spread your Head
Immagine! Again!
C G Am
I don't like the way you keep on take me out, take me out
Am
take
{Blessings pour on me,
Pour on me and all of my G's}
Oya na!
When I no get
Nobody been dey oh
Nobody been dey oh
{Now the bessings pour on me,
Pour on me
talk, most of all these niggas gay
Real talk, most of all these niggas fake
Real talk, all these niggas is lame
Yeah, ayy, go, yeah, G63, G63, AMG, AMG
I
together
But switch up when shit is paying off
Sticking with my day ones
You can't rely on me
Anytime you need me, G
I know when I need you
I don't need
(B. Aquarius)
I know you got-got-got-g-got a man
I know you got-got-got-g-got a man
But, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
No-no, don’t give
dude back to jail and give us C-Murda (yeah)
Gettin' high like three-six but like ballin', G, I might pimp your bitch (SpaceX)
Signed myself, ran up
mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin' water
I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
bout it 'bout it (bout it, 'bout it)
I mean
connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it
and a bachelor's degree
Talking to himself about his raw deal
Cussing Uncle Sam and the G.I. bill
He said, "This world ain't the same if you ask me
If I could be
Joe came home in '45 and took out a G.I. loan
On a sleepy little spot and Army cook could call his own
He married May, the highway come in and they
ain't no way to kill the flame nigga
On God, I put it on crip
I put it on Screw, I put it on Pat
I put it on Pimp, I put it on Hawk
Gotta do it like a G
whose associates don't have at least a M
I love the letter M, Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC, Bouldercrest and I be skrapped up to the T
I used to have
see me, they can't feel the real G
I represent, commercial rap will never kill me
[Chorus: 4X]
D-R-A-G-G-I-N
Cause' I want you, babe
And I need you, baby
Oh (sing)
Dragon days
And the fire's hot
Like a desert needs water
I need you a lot
I need
"God's great!"
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that pauvre
Like a G, I gave
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