's the reason to show love. With a beast stop crying, You can get on me to find it. Lend a hand, help a friend. What's the reason, Tell me what be
down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe me
april Imma make you learn to appreciate me, differenciate me, From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake g's, Skip over the huggy bear, and all the kissy face please Initiate phase 3
days OK, you want me up in the cage, then I’ll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code It’s Weezy motherfucker
push me I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me Call me a faggot cause I hate a pussy Man the fuck up sissy, G's up All you gardeners freeze up,
all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy Hoping they bury me with ammunitions, weed, and shells Just in case they trip in heaven, ain't no G's in hell
for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love
years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up. Let's
kim, Don't fuck with real ass g's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for life Don't let the
's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g
just wanna know if your still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit [2pac Verse 1] Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin'
bit a etiquette Before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's
's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce wit me. Some Champagne and burn a little ring of reef. This hot. Disco Inferno, let's
your strap and bang yourself Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on You 'gon make me sing Murder Was
I ain`t paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick[chorus]Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there`s no b`ness like show b`ness In the hood they say, there`s
need Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's
On You Better, Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! I Let Off You Better, Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down