(Fuck that shit) And let 'em know B. Gizzle here to stay (Fuck that shit) Now if you down with me nigga (Holla, fuck that shit) Look, I'ma set these niggas straight (Fuck that shit
boy, that was in my uncle's will You figured that out, and see that I'm a G for real And fear man is one thing that he don't feel Knock a nigga out,
's still hood I bet they never thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God my bitch Bad Boy And that's word to my nigga Bab boy I saw
under your face with single-edged razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT (From L.A. to) B.K., from B
[INTRO (Yung Joc)] Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go [Chorus
, Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed And if ya real like me (like me) Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that its gotta be Last of
up trick, yummy B**ch you don't fucking think that I know that you suck dick dummy? You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love shit honey Yeah I
's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny
bad boy, Then fuck you too. Chino xl, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck
I plan on, shuttin shit down Born soldiers! -- Fucked him up with a mac-fo' Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that
B-I-G, when I say Bad Boy Killa, then you say me... when I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life, I wrote this shit while fuckin' Bigs wife
fuck with us, you get hit from base bat, motherfucka g’ed up, straight from the b’ed up, roll around and get your ‘cedes straight g’ed up, d cups is
disrespectful [Verse 2] That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped
#1 on Forbes YEAH!! - They can't fuck witcha boy 'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
to hit y’all with some shit that make you Bug the fuck out And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and Thug the fuck out And everytime we in the spot
hardcore, that’s done forbidden Everytime I bomb this be predictions from nostradamus Busta rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that’s a promise The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated Is that
got a bottle and he waitin’ to trip (g.i.b.) Ol’ G posted with a blunt to his lip Valdez on the floor two-steppin’ with his Boozie already out thurr startin’ some shit
