Lyrics:
(Woo)
Ayy, Sentry, this matchup too Jigga, g (Huh?)
Serially killin' them beats like villainy
(Grr) too many mini-me's I seen since
I hit the scene too
on a Benson
G I'm the plug and the socket extension
Training Day 3, pay attention
Training Day 3, pay attention
I'm physically and mentally scarred
From these
the spot
See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds
I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans
Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me
Gradually, I
her from da hood to da gucci store god gave her a o.g for a daddy bad broad for a mama from tank-tops an thongs to them prada pajamas and ima be awake
and then cum to gimme the thunder/
Stick it up under your G-Spot, and rock on/
Then watch the replay at 'Shhhhh! Iwonttellnobody.dot.com
Chorus:
throats
Nickatina been at since 11
Got me a spot up in gang bang heaven
My mother use ta say that I was like a little reverend
That's why they call
New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
P.R.'s
through on gleam gleam
bitches on my bra, strap niggas on my g-string
4ft 11 full of fire, my desire, my empire
I make drives, my lyrics, now I'm out peace
Your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it
..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
Spot..We
Keep it hot like
watching me, but I don't know g
Their acting shady tryna figure out my strategy
I got them liven every day likes it's there last day
Pety minded
darling and I pay the tab, black debit
Operation, five g-packs in the back, they gon' say
I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable
I'm a legend
Know the jewels I drop will live longer than they presence
I just hope there is indeed a spot in the heavens for a real G
I know they got
a spot in the charts
I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (no cap)
Man know what I did in my past life (they know)
I wan' do up the twos, got
It's one in the same as muscle, you're a great hustler, ya dig?
And you gotta keep it playa all the time, man
You ain't even gotta keep it G
You
the H to the D (D), I had that work in the C (C)
We was packin' it, rollin' it cheap (cheap)
All my spots gon' roll every day of the week
By two, nigga
Caught 'em lackin', hit 'em with that stick
Hit ‘em with a stick
Huh, all this money, too many hunnids', thought it was counterfeit
I'm already popped' by
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