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G
Hot in the kitchen with Harlem heat like Booker T
You're not in our division or weight class, yo you're looking weak
You're out by submission our

California niggas don't play fair
We hittin switches in [hoops ?], makin bitches titties bounce in the air
Tryna take a G, flip wit the 2.3, so I can move my

on the scale
I'm just workin' out to make it flip 
Under pressure overall 
I could make it through this shit 
Time flies by with no time to get that 
Haters

heard The Chronic' I couldn't believe the sonics 
Cable television and Yo MTV Raps' 
meant more to me than homework and studying maths 
Nuthin but a G

Big Ol' Drip

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

seen shit
Callin' me an activist, stumbled on it by accident
You can see I'm passionate but not a politician though
On I-G I'm killin' that fashion

where ever my team go
High for life I've never been low, M.I.G. all eyes, all eyes, all eyes on me (tho)...

Woke up every day got all eyes on me, #TB

Sometimes it ain't bout the lyrical madness or rap skills
It's bout how conversations start flame and words kill
Some of these people gotta learn

I Love You But Fuck You

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister

For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour,

A Queens Story

Nas

Life Is Good [Deluxe Edition]

2012

Manhattan keep on making it
Trying to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out
Pumping bringing them D's out
Rastas selling

Art of Facts

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

the session
Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out
Throwin' backs out, laughin' out loud when niggaz crap out
Me I want more G's than

tier, beauty my method never be clear 
Spit a verse within a house, arose applause from chandeliers 
I'm gon rap till I can get acres and paper by shedded

Street Soldier

Paris

Street Fighter

1994

they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by 
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag 
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat 
Here we go again, nigga

me about your girl what she gotta do with me
I think my bullets made by imax cause they come in 3D
I told her my name is John Cena 'cause she is not

her friend that's a very cheap fix
And with this rap shit bitch I'm John Cena you can't see this
I'm in the booth talking crazy by myself fuck a remix

little young niggas runnin' around
Claim to be OG's when they only just ice
Stuck at thirty-two degrees
And they ain't Just-Ice, Kool G Rap, or Ice

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

with these
Sixteen's is much more than a rap
This is pure facts
You see what's really good when
You catch him by himself
Dolly, I leave a fool holy like

They better take the wind out of my sails
Before my flow becomes a problem
They're calling me conscious rap
I remember lacking conscience
I remember

Two words…
Fuck it
Yerrr
G-G-G-therz
Ayo what's happening, look who's back again
I'm the boss for me, myself and I, no need for applicants
What I

smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Diddy

Money, Power & Respect [Clean]

1998

we did it
At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
Forty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
One

And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want

(Honey)
Who you know when ya body like me
Dress like me
Turning up like a G (Honey)
Who you know when ya body like me
Make it hot like fire
When I come