Lay, bring the G-A-G-E 'Cause there's this gang all down the way We gotta put 'em in check 'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit I'm gonna blow his brain
come, as hard as they get They go to talkin' off the wall I put a par in they shit I'm the original gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it I take niggaz
strike me dead in this motherfuckin booth I'm the truth, emeritus, the F-A-C The M to the O to the motherfuckin B OG, to the critics analyzing my shit
other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have
Obama, and Eric B. [Styles P] The ill rap niggaz that kill Destroy shit but they able to build Come fuck with the real Coward, better play your part This shit
talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B
I turn the key over Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
you're from Show me where you're from For the rules of the game, represent your shit Flag around the steering collar makin' 'em sick Shoot, the L.B.
it confused when I rap these mellow flows ?cause all my Titos got bricks like a yellow road [Big Sean:] GOOD, I do it B.I.G. Sean Don nigga (But you
they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the Bentley and we stay fly hunded g`s p-r-p`s hum v`s We
for Impalers And the Thumpers and the Hummers And I'm throwing out the other figgas Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas And we never taking shit
weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
There's three girls on the elevator like, "Wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B.E.T?"
'm the M I crooked, letter Y, nigga Bad to the Bizzy Bone Quick bitch, talk shit, night long I run shit, done, done shit Pop a gun shit, slap a bum,
a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit
ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't
down be cool with a bitch Ya know what I'm sayin'? Show her some caring and shit, understand me? I remember when the shit first began I used to fuck the dog shit
Wee hit them keys Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin' G's Shorty B got the bass and we sellin' it Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin' elephant Sample that shit