need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear for hours, with all her powers just to see how your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels [Chorus: G
plaza, proceed to wreck shop had the shorties starvin, Gotti finessed the dutchie unraveled the leaf, heave the gut like a phillie now we politicin, layin G
(feat. Mark Curry, Loon) [G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast
W.K. in my sleep, so when I crawl on the creep I keep extra heat on the seat, when I'm flossing one deep Why I'm on that other shit, that spit it for
, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep I
a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are 3 feet deep I guess
bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) 1 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
It's Tupac so you know who said it And for everybody who didn't like what I said about that other trick and Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga! If a nigga
your while Put a punk against me, I murder the child Thinkin of a mystery that gets to me Playin around sayin you're gonna dis the G You wish to be,
yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent
grind harder from the bottoms to the suits? on my feet They wanna see me bleedin' My blood's always thicker than water even though the waters run deep
Chorus] When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!! I wave the heat deep, with my
ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin
niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin
no problem bitch oh, what's up blood? yeah this is Ryan D. man yeah you know where am at up here with my boy Tac they got my boy G up in max any how where
loved the chief hay Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way Never seen nothin other than them streetlights Late at night, trife