, mad traffic, the first of the month It was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit B.G. and Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and shit And a few other niggaz
stick to the g code you better believe it ima stay on my grind gettin mine like a real nigga should ima still do me be the same old g. you better believe
bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal i say bang bang bitch i make you feel every letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when
holla at a playa Cell phone or pager If you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa Remix Baby Jae Millz You can go and tell them other
pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's "Oh shit I'm shot!" There was blood all over my finger I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the
Here's a thou' A G? I ride witchu for free I want the longterm riches and bitches Have it all, now listen to me You let them other niggaz get the name
-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G
boy MempHitz You already know what this is H-U-E-Y (remix) Bow Weezy T-Pain Hitz Committee [Verse 1- Huey] It's H-U-E-Y, home fly G-5 And by
're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense [ Mike G ] Yeah Different colors for different brothers That gives no reason to kill off each other
temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends" A: The other
dick But yours is best get a blood test for your kid Only bangin' you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring
best get a blood test for your kid Only bangin' you done was with toy figures Your mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on
findin' myself, pourin' my guts out Expressin' my thoughts, lettin' my nuts out in the walls Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear While others
standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin' I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and
another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units
Chorus:] Im a gangsta(gangsta) You a actress(actress) You be dreamin(dreamin) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
Chorus: Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) Rollin with the dwellas and the neighbors (the neighbors) Show & A.G. got the flavas (the flavas) Rollin
