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a wheelchair fuck a V-A they need G-A gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal same corner same hood I'm still there with bandanas tied to my
with three old Benzes right behind that Fifth comin' down we be flexin', fives and sixes in G.T.S's Chrome tips with V.V.S's, neck and chest in VVS's
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
here, up out your range Don't try to be G, that's not your thang You try me G, that Glock gon' bang K I N G, that's not gon' change I'm rich, bitch, I
to feel more than ever what you got The smell of a cool water makes me hot Run-dada, he knows the G-spot And wear me or go dime and forget
to worry when we in your town. Just a young muthafucker from the street, Forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer. Throw your
at me hellah fake I played it all like it was fuckin good G That's when I told my man Hit 'em with the oozi! That's it 1-2-times rat a tatta One
Silkk-Wassup fool? Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back Master P-Young Silkk the shocker
with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills up in Buffalo Real G's makin her
(check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair Fuck a V-A they need G-A Gang hospital for a crippal now
3 G's and tryin' to lose these hoes And the task coming sick cause its the first of the month Fiends on my pager like I'm try to take these fools
Everyday and night I pray Love will swing you back this way Life without you here with me Ain't the same without you G Baby hear me, I never
So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed Niggaz want the drama? They can get it 'cause we soilders and we
That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At thug mansion A place to spend my quiet nights,
[G.J.] You always said someday you'd go to live (In Southern California) And me I'd stay right here in Tennessee You always talked about
how to stack ships And get your ass shown don't fucking with this scrap shit "that's right" Put brain to the game, you put your G's first Steady
shoppin' sprees, I can bring the store to me I don't get top money, please, bitch I'm out they league Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G's Cash out mad
ooh aw a meenie Otcha kotcha g-gonie watcha aw ooh Ish kiddily oat in dotting Bo bo potato totting why not knotting shh I got the bag why you wanna
for some change Ain't no shame how she work with it Twerk with it, lean with it, rock with it Put it in a pack Make some g's on the block with it Folds
your body, hey Keep it jumpin' like a party, hey Come on everybody were gonna do it my way It's a G thang, hey Came to party till the break of dawn
feelings D-O-G's ain't supposed to feel like this You can call it what you want to But I don't even know what this is You got me singin' in the mornin'
That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G At thug mansion A place to spend my quiet nights,
a Cherokee or maybe it's a G.O Black-on-black Benzo, a-get it up for me Never have to worry bout my posse gettin' jumped Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop
on niggaz wearin' wigs 'Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin' pigs Kool G Rap's a bad decision Fuck front page I'm puttin' niggaz
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