Lyrics:
[Jay-Z:]
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like
said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star
by my side when I didn't have a home
Homies by my side when my rap was unknown
We put in 100 thousand hours
3 years in the making to call this shit
possessed
(yes) wasn't just a dream we had kings like
Craig G and Big Daddy Kane
Admiring Kool G Rap and his vast brain
Back in the day, you wack
You got your
more
[Verse 2: SPM and Low-G]
[SPM]
Maan this killer herb got me runnin over curbs
And writing these raps full of misspelled words
I curse on my
non-stop
You feel me?
Now all I do is to keep it real G
Yeah
You all already know that I never give up
Now I'm making some new friends year by year
Now I'm
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
I've been flexing in my tees
I've been chilling with my g's
Yeah we got this wave on lock
And you know we got the key
We just wanna make p
To support
Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be
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
Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash
shifts, she had three jobs
(I ain't neva had nada) I got to go and hustle quick, I got to be sum'
(I ain't neva had nada) I'm livin' uptown, I stay by that
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
ones
And like set a Grammys up for the real ones like
How you forget about Boosie?
how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim?
Shit, how you forget
I define the G.O.A.T
Record 99 and 0
Blinded by the score
Not the time for smoke
Too high to hear your jokes
I am not your bro
Born and raised in
Cult Encounters, Craig G (G, G, G)
It's that official hip-hop, you know (uh)
And if you familiar with me, you already know what I do (you know what I
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
ai vero G bro,
Traphouse in the bando, (EH)
Fanno panico non toccare un fratello,
By By for example,
Lamborghini per ogni colore di cappello, (O.G
many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all
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