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packin', fool, huh

I ran more missions when I was a youth so thoughtless
G ride no fingerprints it's spotless
Six bows hittin' all the Gs and we got
Gun shot sounds click clack bang bang
Another black man in the streets been slaine
Cops dont care cause its all in vain just bang bang
From gang bang
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
boo
I bodied your bitch, put some chalk 'round her too
We all on 5th Ave, or I'm walkin' out True
Enough about me, boy let's talk about you
You see me
[Tray Deee]
Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues
Fools loud mouth we all about spittin' them tools
From the coast of the locs were the Gs
Let me know so I can add your fuckin' name on my list!
All you WestCoast DJ's check your wrists
If you skiddad the big fish to your playlist!
Now
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
forever
NIGGA FUCK THE BULLSHIT I JUST WANT THE CHEDDAR
SWIZZ, PROVOLONE, MANOURI, MOZZARELLA WHATEVER

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!) (yep)
got caught slippin', now the Eastside's a warzone
Known, for the OGs
D-O-Gs, L-O-Cs
Sellin' cavy on the spot, late nights
Who gives a fuck about
niggas got caught slippin', now the Eastside's a war zone
Known for the OGs
D-O-Gs, L-O-Cs
Sellin' cavi on the spot, late nights
Who gives a fuck about
Think you can leave your girl round us, you're crazy, way too much
Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bang
My friend, big Fekky from way back when
I was out here
That's what it's all about Paul
Don't be hatin' on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy
Shit talk shit down anyways
Shut your
, bang
(GANG GANG, OOH!) You ain't never never swang, swang
(GANG GANG, OOH!) What you talking about, change, chains
(GANG GANG, OOH!) What you know about
Wig out, you gone wig out
Just free game, Big Smiles
Bitch just know we comfy
As a Big couch in a Big house
Her head gossiping that Big mouth Big
know anything about love
People of earth, bleed for your work
Bang bang, girl
You don't know anything about love
And they don't wanna

Yeah, man
Day by
hittas' in the streets
Like they got in with police
They didn't know about the team
They didn't even know bout' the gs
They all rollin' with me
It's a whole
significant
But now I'm rappin', 'bout money, hoes, and rims again
And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms
nigga I don't give a fuck em
Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin

[Chorus: x2]
Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang
It's all fair in tha gang
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
on
Yo big up
Yo SNOOT II, big tings only, come on, you know the ting, baow
Big up the bossman, that's my G
Been sellin' sesh to an '03
He been getting all
Merit badge marksman, a poacher, it's all the same
So I lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain

I gotta be a big bang, gotta be
Never want
I love y'all sorry motherfuckers with all my heart
Gs
Bagg
Big ol racks Big ol racks
You ready
Big ol racks
Big big big ol racks
Big ol racks
Big big

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