Lyrics:
Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
You
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good God, so why she standing back like
showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin'
I'm the best OH!
Niggas just jealous, 'cause what I got restin on my neck OH!
'Cause it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4!
Mug if
and G's know he's a joke
That's why I treat a nigga
Just when he eat it I tell him 'beat it, nigga
Real bitches, true to the game
That's how you G
with the chopper leave 'em DOA
You can play with niggas, not me, okay?
Them other niggas suckers, I’m a G, okay?
T.I. K.I.N.G., okay?
Just respect that
the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten black maybacks back
G four, G flight
Bed in the back, so I have a G night
Goodnight, hood right
Ain't no nigga you can find like this
I mean blow your mind like this
coming out of the DOA
Hit 'em with the chopper leave 'em DOA
You can play with niggas, not me, okay?
Them other niggas suckers, I’m a G, okay?
T.I.
last year dealin' weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that
and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hottie
And she fuck with nothin' but gangstas that is 'ol 'ol G 'ol G, 24's on that brand new G
Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo'
For niggas gettin' mad 'cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherfucker with G ya see
All I do is separate
streets y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'm a tell you like a g told me they'll come back quick if a nigga O.D.
"Cash rule everything around me"
floor it's a tie
And this'll never stop I'll do this shit till I die
Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky
I'm G4 flyin' big boat buyin'
go)
I know you can get with that, flipping through the city
Bright lights and all my G's is out here rolling wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or four deep
in, til he can't be moved
Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out, that's a O.G.'s classic
900-Hustler, you pass it
on him
He still feels the way he felt over forty years ago
Here's to the old man, here's to G.I.Joe
He only sang the old songs, he's standing still in
trust my dawgs
In the name of the Lord
T-H-you-G
Were not raised in hell
Just spray
With the G-A-G-E
Smack em with the buck shot
Guard your face
movin' these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stackin' G's buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got
And then he'd fill him a jug
And he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin'
You're pappy's corn squeezin'
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men,
do wit a G like me
You probably couldn't handle it
I'll pop a bottle and get a few candles lit
Now the scene is set as we sip on some moet
Rock
floor it's a tie
And this'll never stop I'll do this s*** till I die
Then after that consider me a ribbon in the sky
I'm G4 flyin' big boat buyin'
Aw no do you know what this is
One shot one kill what's the deal G-Unit!Here we go now!}
Aw nigga do you know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in
clique moves in like the senator
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Throw gats to Guiliani
Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Dangerous,
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