beats to protect slaying your street bite like a killing, over-dealing for the pearly white [Hurricane G] blows down your mother fucking roof it be hurricane g
don't look at me Pull your panties to the side I know this girl with boots on, she's turned on by wearin G-strings She likes her thongs with my fingers
lyrics away and stuffed Too many people with hands in my projects Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man I'm like prince You might see me once every 5
my life be filled with blood shed late nights mommas cryin on the bed visulizin me in the grave now why the fuck it gots to be dis way these projects
Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard, you violate my squad on the job Know me, the Ogee on my mic I make about 20 G a week In
police, they took so long to come So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police So where they at where they at So nigga's bring yo gat {2x} {b.g.} I'm runnin
I can't get enough of this gangsta shit So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate ? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 I stay g'd up and
no thanks to that, they ranked him wack, only thing that's left to do, was to go gangsta rap, so now he rhyme about the keys being sold, the G's being
they cold dugged it You know my style, man, yo, check the stats Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects He gets
for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g
shine With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they dont need no job Chorus 2x Verse 3: (B.G) I ride the best from a benz to a jag
mental We put together five soldiers, the bitch called My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle Got to the plaza, we're waitin' for the G train
Hot Rod yea (yea) you know who it is (you know who it is) its ya boy hot rod chillin wit my man papoose get that gwap n***a 1.5 ha ha love it now lemme
Cocaine capital, nigga Yeah, the Boyz N Da Hood The bizness is bitches The pussy I keep in my pocket The niggas keep watchin' They know I'll be rockin' my watches G
and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa I can't get
get his blast on No evidence cause this shit will be erased We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
fullest If ya down for what you do You gotta represent it If ya in it represent it Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us Project Pat, Noreaga, D
the floor Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards 10 G's a ki, 36 o's a piece 4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18 Got some niggas on my team