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A-B-C-D-E-G I never learned to spell At least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 I never learned to count A great amount. But my busy mind is burning
saying They relaying that he say she say language If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swing it M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
and fight it Hey hey hey Never give up and don't let it wear out, your love It's a weird world, yea Sent a message to a G.I. in the desert Said thank
Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty 100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city I rep my city like a G's
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5 I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
a jig. You've gotta be as busy as a bee To be a Mister B. I. G. And if you want some dig-dig-dignity, You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your
a while My daddy worked hard down at the factory Nights he went to G.I. school He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon But he lived by the golden
A B C D E F G I never learned to spell At least not well 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 I never learned to count A great amount But my busy mind is burning
wen I let em slide up under me But God as my witness As a G I couldn't see Dee just goin out sensless I stayed hard hit the yard Pull niggaz hole cards
On greedy motherfuckers that trespass [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Olly olly outcome free, here come the G I`m saggin, and Enter the Dragon like Bruce Lee I
back He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort" I knew right then I
When the war was over, why, there were jobs galore For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war But for generals things were not so grand And it's not
A-B-C-D-E-F-G I never learned to spell At least, not well One, two, three, four, five, six, seven I never learned to count A great amount
was a DJ Two, one, yep, three S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in making all
get mad at me Because I became a millionaire in a year times G I thank god for blessing me I give all my thanks to the all mighty Now I'm just
Shocker) 1,2,3 you know Silkk a G I know this dope game like I know my abc's [Silkk] Bitch I be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a cotex Nigga
on no bitches and I don't trip on no niggas You wanted the dope and some cain, now how'm I supposed to deliver I got my game that's my G, I fuck
A-B-C-D-E-G I never learned to spell At least not well. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 I never learned to count A great amount. But my busy mind is burning
the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch [MJG] Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough I
When the war was over, why, there were jobs galore For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war But for generals things were not so grand And it's not
connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit, them they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it
dude back to jail and give us C-Murda (yeah) Gettin' high like three-six but like ballin', G, I might pimp your bitch (SpaceX) Signed myself, ran up
Yeah (Ah ah, oh oh) yeah (Ah ah, oh oh) This the type of shit you count some money to Ah ah, oh oh ah ah, oh oh I'm g- Ah ah, oh oh ah ah, oh oh
beat me (ayy) You ain't on my frequency, aerial or TV You 2D? I'm 3D, you 4G? I'm 5G I came correct like Nike, I read you all like psychics (woof)
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