| Let the funk flow and your mind free
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| 'Cause this is for the Gs
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| Let the funk flow and your mind free
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| 'Cause this is for the Gs
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| Glory Hallelujah, Lord have mercy on me
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| I find myself thinking 'bout my Gs
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| In the pen, in the grave, or wherever you’re at
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| Pour out some liqua for my niggas 'cause there’s love like that
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| Fire up a blunt and get high 'til the day the I die
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| Much love for my niggas and that’s no lie
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| I reminisce about the days growing up in the hood
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| We separated for awhile but G it’s still all good, you see
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| I’m in a different game, trying to get a little fame
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| Still kickin' with the fellas, ain’t a damn thing changed
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| But if I fall short I know what I gotta do
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| Hit the block slanging rocks, I’m back up on my hustle fool
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| But until then I’m go on repaying it
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| Got’s to make that mil fast, got’s to do it my way
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| No disrespect but that’s the way that it’s gotta be
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| Let the funk flow 'cause this is for the Gs
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| I remember skipping school getting drunk as a young teen
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| Running from the cops, slanging rocks to the dope fiends |
| Making money the only way that Gs could
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| That’s the way it was growing up in the neighborhood
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| But things change and times goes on
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| Niggas get older and some just move on
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| Keep your head up, never let it hang down
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| Real Gs stand tight, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| And to my Gs in the grave, you’re dearly missed
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| Pour out some liqua for my niggas when I reminisce
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| 'Cause one day I know we’re gonna ride again
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| Still got love for my niggas in the pen
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| I’m down with ya through the struggle and the pain
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| 'Cause it ain’t nothin' but a mother fucking «G Thang»
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| So dear Lord, won’t you please watch over me?
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| Let the funk flow 'cause this is for the Gs |