I watch you throw it all away, until there is nothing left inside just plastic dreams nad empty lives just working to pass the time it's never enough
of me (BAW!) is a dead man G! We hit em hard! .. Kick it A duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked so I picked him, he's another victim of a
you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell, him or me Locked in a cell or out on the street Every day on the ave another
a freak like you hoes be needin' rent money It's 7 days in the week and man they all sunny 80 degrees, tall palm trees Much too many dimes and too many G
crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
, G A N G S T A, mane A gangsta, the best to come up out of PA, mane A gangsta seldom seen but always heard A real gangsta more than just a 7 letter word
sip So I can lean in my cut dogg Eyes focused on pussy Run some G on a damn broad I'm with Bun and Mike Gizzle Sippin and dippin til atleast 7 in the
it's no pretend I touch a million, throwing hundreds in this bitch [Verse 7 - Birdman] Real nigga number one, hustle fly with my son Come from uptown, G
grease And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old shit Another day, another dollar, another case to catch [Chorus] [Verse 7: Rasheed] Philly
emotions envy and fear. Beef Ain't nobody got no real beef with me nigga what? Every time a muthafucka come along and do somethin' It's always another
dont be no two minute man i f**k around and get at too many hands see i'm type of bitch that make too many grand thats thirty g's 24/7 man now i got
the passenger side of your hoe Tryin ta come up on another g The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead
the church band But Elijah's got a plan Got the white man screamin' "Damn that Farrakhan" 'Cause one day these babies are uprise Much more than bowties and bean pies Kickin' knowledge at 7
Elijah's got a plan Got the white man screamin', ?Damn that Farrakhan? 'Cause one day these babies'll uprise Much more than bow ties an' bean pies Kickin' knowledge at the 7
bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day
bloodbath Gotta sniff it was if autograph for ya whole staff Stick up but wait, leave the pocket it's okay I hit and run before you see another day 'Cause the U.S.G
't play And I got more niggaz, in the slugs In the tip, of a K And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fiftycent!, G
