Lyrics:
mothafucka like a Nazi
[Chorus: Chris Gun]
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to die
You know that snitches don't live long
And real G's we multiple
(2
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
happy lil' nigga I can't even punch in-punch out
My lil' bruddah' can't drive yet but when he can Imma' buy him G-Wag
Told lil' bitch get her back in
me, then she through
All these bitches, they comin' in twos Mr make somethin' shake, I don't play by the rules
We gon' camp on that block with the 9 in
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I
assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon
gangbang boogie
Some of that bang bang boogie check this out
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' out bangin' and swangin' they keys
Across the street,
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
bottle
I go full throttle
I go full throttle
Lookin at me
I ride her away
Chicks they be hollow
Shawty might swell up
I am the 1
I'm not the 2
That is
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
till the day that I die it's L.B.
from the year 95 and true 'G's
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin reporting live from San Diego, California
I'm here with two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
watt
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes 1 by 1, even 2 by 2
Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low then
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
G-slide with me (Hey)
Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
When I bump up
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Valentino ur lil hoe gon lemmie me beat beat
Uh
All my bitches love me no keke
I don’t do no dinin no Wynan
No CeeCee
Aye
Drippin on his hoe
I’m pickin deez
swang Ro swell
Eyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don't tell
I'm a motherfucking murderer, you the wanksta
Popping that gangsta shit
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