Lyrics:
down, dressed up like Donald Duck
It was a midget G-man
And we're sorry that we could not show it live
But we'll have film of the shooting here
did
Way out in New Mexico a long time (D) ago
When a (G) man's only friend was his (D) own forty- (G) four
Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley tradin hands
Long came Wild Billy with his friend
G-Man all duded up for Saturday night
the plan
Then what Michael Caplan
Hooked us up with Polly and she signed the "G" man
Hey back to the basics
L. West had to live my legal statements
motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My
Ayo, roll up, man
Gotta talk to my young G, man
One of my mans, man
Ayo, man, check it out, man
What's the deal, playboy?
You already know I
gone Serve me
You serve me then
Stop playing man gone pop That pussy on a handstand
Thank ion know Used to be a G gone from Man to bitch Soso pussy
on ha tongue
Shawty keep it g man ion know who keep it realer
Like to have talks with her but i never talk thru pillows
Boss bitch independent she a go
(B. Aquarius)
I know you got-got-got-g-got a man
I know you got-got-got-g-got a man
But, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
No-no, don’t give
and the best in the game
I hustle with my fame G-man G, I'm the king from the south
I need a new grip, need some of my kingdom I just hold my nigga freedom
Rich
Wir sind am ballin Mon frèrot
Wir gehen All in fürs Ghetto
Unsere Story tief im Brennpunkt
Wir sind Topfit G´s denn man kennt uns
Wir sind am ballin
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
I'm fly like a G6
Her man playing defense
She want me to slide so I can dive
All up in her deep end
She
know what's up with G man
He was just worried about his kids and his freeman
Your mom said that you said, we was on bad terms
Man, that shit work
went down full of straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, Micky from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin' me
what's the deal, god?
I'm sayin', what you need though?
Yo, let me have like, two or three, three g's, man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man
You know
at the time to make his thing a song
To make, to make a song
Ay, what if I made a song
About how I hate this new Lil G
Man, that would be so Lil G, yeah
Man
They callin’ me G4 Breeze now man I’m all over the place
Uh, this is G4
Breeze they been waiting on this moment like a sequel
I know everybody can’t
O.G.
The competition's getting' hella real man
cll white everything stuntin' like a G-Man
Bass so high these speakers be heavy boomin'
Trap influence got
Yea man niggas know what it
Is man niggas know there
Ain't nothing better than this right
Here man G-Unit man
Fuck is the matter with these niggas
think you hearin' me today
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, LL Cool J
Cool G. Rap, Roxanne Shante
Craig G, man, what else can I say?
The home of hits, where one
scrub floors, I go on tours
From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours
(Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!)
Listen up money,
motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My
know the rules and could be strapped in SK's
[Chorus2x B.G.]
Man, pop that nigga
Man, kill that bitch
Man, shoot that nigga
Man, spank that bitch
Man,
the car like an eastside boss
Saying what the bumba, saying what the rass
Yo, you can't G-shock man
'Cause you man are some cheap-shot man
Rocksteady
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