Lyrics I'm A "G" - Bun B, Bun B, T.I

I'm A "G"

Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me.
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna
see.
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 &half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38
waist.
I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe
that’ll kick u in yo face bitch
im all about a crime and ready to catch a case.
i aint scared to kick it in yo
do and look around yo place
i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava
duece duece in a third teflon
coverin yo body juice loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice yall i positon
and competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the collin and call the
corrin tell him next again we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican.
may never plex again
not like he can but just
incase he get resurected is best he understands
I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they never back it up bout the work
they movin or the paper
they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up the only thing u sellin is wolf
chickens and we aint buyin’em
so pack it up 84's click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east
we keep the G and that’s a promise but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted.
we criminal backgrounds
and ready to straite
flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator messy mothafuckas got the
make it fo and a instant
hater.
im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap.
now wats up.
i slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and continue till nobody from yo whack
clan left bet u might cheat
left and u might cheat the dealer but u neva cheat the king of the underground
on the rella.
Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy
Hey tell’em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don they say they got some
blowin im the one them niggaz
get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9
and spit half a clip and them
niggaz run.
sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the ones
u gotta get it done alot
of rappers say they g’s i dont feel’em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don.
og’s Usual low key movin
em 03 dont look up at my window u dont know me gangsta gangsta the same time
picture the pump and paint i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar’s i cant decide i got the mind of the
hustler halacious grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyim.