Testi:
G4 Last Song

Yesterday you came to lift me up As light as straw and brittle as a bird Today I weigh less than a shadow on the wall Just one more whisper of a voice

to play with the paper Groupies chasing the foreign, but it ain't a problem to shake her Forget that swanging the boulevard, we gon swang to Jamaica Hit that G4

my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song

The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton

You think your phatter than Apathy, but you way off, You're soft, and you've done more weight loss than Kate Moss [Chorus: x4] Let me tell you about

in a sack Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back Get my last paycheck, smash and make steps Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tapedeck (peace

my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw Go play 4-4's ready for war

Ganxsta R?dd] Now the judge has just released us cause we've been inside so long And the last words he had said: never to sing that Psyko song So out

1 and 2 said same time] [Chours 1: OFI] Steady steppin like full sureno thug Grey and blue [x4] [Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac] Califa Thugs [x4] [Silencer