Lyrics:
'Cause a nigga like a dope fiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggas, 'cause
gang now
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that
you? What are you
What are you so afraid of? Darling you
You give but you cannot take love
"Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G
Been a East Side ting
masks is on, g-rags
Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy
to dinner)
We sittin' in the booth by the window (by the window, yeah)
A couple chicks ask for pictures (ask for pictures)
She secure with her shit, she
No, no
Picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
Fantasies of you in
on my dick
I got diamonds on my hands (Hands), diamonds on my chest (Chest)
G5, nigga, twenty thousand, I done made a mess
All the feds taking pictures
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
want, take a picture
I know I’m a G but forget me
Take a look at the pinky finger
Take a look at the pinky finger
Take a look at the pinky finger
Ok, ok I
about they G's baby
That's why some of you niggas, ain't seen me lately
Yeah I been known to go exactly where the weed take me, (and that's with me baby)
still stumblin and bumblin
Off the intro
So take it a step at a time, this dope rhyme
Be makin a note that it's
Refined by a skilled mind
This is
to the next engraving
But this one doesn't have any pictures
It's just words, a set of instructions
They were left here by the creator of the caverns,
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
G $o can't deal with all the bitchin'
One day pull up Cullen truck and Ima flex in all the pictures
Mix the Gushers wit the Runtz yea that's my
got the place
Stomping to the beat
You could see me quarterbacking
With the hoes in the picture
No VFX
The robbery in effect
I Danny Ocean eleven
the corner by the projects, them youngins on the reach is Cardi B'ing with them rockets
Or calling up Maria for a liter
Maybe white, maybe tan
Signing out
'em watch close, nigga jot notes
If you use my approach, you could dock boats
Yeah, you could get exposed to all that
Girl, you know I'm hard to get
Lets Take it way back they ain’t picture me like this
Take it way back they ain’t see me w/ a stick
I Said Fuck a 9-5 & I told my girls I wanna spit
you good to slide by
Roll from the percy never dry my supply
Ay
I’m posted up, the homies pullin’ up
Cooper got a backwood fulla 3 G’s stuffed
Uh
Take
little sister
Who never existed and this is why a part
Of my life's so twisted
But I can never be as sick as that bitch is
And by the way
That picture's
Can't trust in these man
Yeah they'll suck you
For a grinda g
You get lost the on block
There a chance you ain't surviving g
Brudda lust over money
ladies walkin' by
They want some pictures and shit
So I figured I'd get up and
Give 'em something to wild about
Living my best life
That's what this smile
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