roll with D-I-T-C Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it Add the Crates, now they lovin it, no need to cover it Let it shine, like the sun do Now who reflect
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all
bitches You call that a player? Straight-ass sissy See me at my show nigga miss me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker
[50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas
something I'm immuned to the drama act a fool if you wanna lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach he acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin
G.D. for life, roll with D.I., T.C. Short for D-I, G-G, I-N Double it, add the Crates, now they lovin it No need to cover it, let it shine like the sun
want a little piece jus let me get a little piece, I'll walk yo block and hit yo street like am a muhfuckin g matter fact I am a g and you a p u s s y
for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G
Wu clap shit, fuck an MC It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee Chill with the
D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where
as I drop my coin into the slot machine My eyes double in size, you can't stop a fiend And it doesn't make a difference if I got the means All I need
and the beam The hard hustlin amounts to G's Motherfucker, know what I mean? It was all a dream, then it fucked around and came real We writin platinum
remember me Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em three But, I got a tech that'll get a G To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty I'm fresher than
who outside bloody And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last But still nigga don't,
of MC's These cats is playin more than half a pound My garment bag I snatch it down Ain't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town Scenarios
clips Me work see Skip throw you for a quick flip If you need a cheap brick, you can get a cheap brick I'm talking three G's, three bricks, that's apiece
slow but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Come back
