Lyrics:
tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick
What makes you smile, what makes you laugh
What makes you sick
Can you tell me why you're on this earth
Hold up wait a minute this here just might take a minute
So much on my mind but I'm getting straight to business
And I'm on G5. G5 G5 G5 so high
Baby come pour me some lean I wanna feel like I'm in space again
AMG G63 this spaceships not for a alien
G Cutz just gave me a trim but I think that
shine, homie, until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
(G-G-G-G-G
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town
She said your new shit
five rounds (shots)
My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds
When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath
Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P
and its filled with blacks
but some thangs will neva change
try ta show anutha way
but ya stayin in tha dope game
now tell me whats a mutha to do
Bein real
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
from the major circus
Check how I reword this
Duckin' young tigers shittin' the woods
Some cats be up to no good
I'm Jack Nigga less to my hood
From
it's on, V-A, G-A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?,
Making G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit
One-time searching me but never ever find shit
It's
Nigga Turn Love With Her
Mami Let Me Tell you
I ain't Nothin Like These Other Scrubs
It H.U.E.Y
Count Boi He Fly
Got Money To The Hizi
That why I Fly G5
Me and my g's hitch your hood like fleas
Soldier rag, black 'Bauds, white T's, and Ree's
Please, tell me that you was fulla weed
When you said you
Don't tell me you got funds
Turn instagram to private Otherwise ill find it
Yeah this time its take down Make pounds or break pounds
This time no snakes
Yeah here we go just go with the flow
I want to say something about this girl I know
She tried to play me out though check it out
This I
G
I make hits
Droppin' this gangsta heat
Constantly
Over gangsta beats
When I be comin' (when I be comin')
They tell me to ease up
Keepin'
G
I make hits
Droppin' this gangsta heat
Constantly
Over gangsta beats
When I be comin' (when I be comin')
They tell me to ease up
Keepin'
G
I make hits
Droppin' this gangsta heat
Constantly
Over gangsta beats
When I be comin' (when I be comin')
They tell me to ease up
Keepin'
telling me this is a sign? (Oh!)
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
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