chain off, let my body defrost) [E.S.G.:] Huh, go on po' you a cup G'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it up Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it
my chain off, let my body defrost) [E.S.G.:] Huh, go on po' you a cup G'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it up Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it
-B, yep its M.O.E. Money Over Everything, except the G-O-D You know it's E.S.G., don't claim no B's or C's But see I'm A, double F-I-L-I-A-T-E-D Affiliated
the cage get by Writin letters collect calls and vias GED's, lock down earnin college degrees OG's who put us up on more G How what if I would of stayed
why I direct the shit and Cut now it's done, what now it's won Like the Wild Wild West it's Dep and ? [Chorus: G-Dep] G-Dep singing the chorus in parts
Using finesse I pop up in the STS, or a Benz Me and my friends rolling on 20's, I mean three's At the same time we some G's, sipping on Hi-C Tropicana
(feat. E.S.G.) [talking] Hump, where you at baby It's that Boss Hogg huh We got something to show y'all though Chop em up [AP] Get up all the ballas
(feat. C-Note, E.S.G., Lil' Keke) [E.S.G.:] Here comes the Wreckshop bomb, that Big H.A.W.K. didn't refuse Coming down on a song, I couldn't refuse
K-I-N-G Then she'll belong to me, pass her to my homie That South boy of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E Or unless you're
want no problem like we want it, When Harlem World doubled up, We put G's on it, I'm pushin' new 700 M.G.'s on it, If that nigga can't see the ice,
thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati [Chorus] [2Pac] Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Hold
bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the
me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's
[Verse 1:] Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff See, Santa steady
when it curdles [Serch] Cause then it's too pasty, French like pastry [Nice] It's like gettin caught boostin at Macy's [Serch] True indeed, Cogswell Cogs, and Sprockets at Spacely's
saggin' G'd up from the feet up And no I ain't braggin' I got gun to spray ya block up Like I'm taggin' Niggas better back the fuck up Before I drag em
