| Oh yes it’s I
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| The gangsta that be leavin' niggas bloody
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| Told ya that you can hurt
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| Mr. G gettin' nutty
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| You get hauled off
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| My clique’ll break you off
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| I run with nothin' but G’s
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| They all claim boss
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| You might get lost when we get hold to ya
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| Representin' that Hoova
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| But don’t ya know what we’ll do ya
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| Put them bullet holes through ya
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| Now you havin' no future
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| Didn’t really wanna do it
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| But you was beggin' me to shoot ya
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| I show my folks much love round my way
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| Cause if it’s beef then I need them
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| Them all gon' spray
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| Them all got K’s
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| Shit them all don’t play
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| And to them ones that’s fakin'
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| Them all gon' pay
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| I got these niggas lovin' this old Dirty ass shit
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| Plus I got them bitches rubbin' me all over my dick
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| Now we all gon' ride until the day we die
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| Fuck them other niggas cause my G’s get live
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| Now we be dipped in that black
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| Throw my clips to the right
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| We gon' stay poppin' 6 from the day till the night
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| We gon' stay stackin' cheese cause we grind to get paid
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| We gon' stay representin' nigga hittin' up blades |
| We got G’s in the front
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| We got G’s in the back
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| We got G’s all around cause they down like that
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| We got G’s in the South in the East in the West
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| Fuck with these and believe that you gon' be put to rest
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| Now don’t try to test cause this shit is for real
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| Comin' through slangin' steel
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| Knockin' niggas off they heels
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| What the deal ho
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| You know I’m out to get my cheese
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| Makin' you niggas bleed
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| Just to stay on my feet
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| Keep a fat sack of weed just to have my mind throwed
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| Rollin' with Optimo
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| Cheefin' till ain’t no mo'
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| Nigga we holla folks
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| Fuck with us and get smoked
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| Choke ya until you cold
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| Watch how quick you get broke
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| So if we collide
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| I puttin' out yo lights
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| I know that it ain’t right
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| It’s just how I feel inside
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| My clique thugged out
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| You know what we about (Boss)
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| We spittin' game at hoes cause we straight from the South
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| Hook
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| Now all my G’s known to put a nigga to sleep
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| All my G’s bury niggas 6 feet deep
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| All my G’s never leave they house without that heat
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| And all my G’s know we runnin' these streets |
| All my G’s known to put a nigga to sleep
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| All my G’s bury niggas 6 feet deep
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| And all my G’s never leave they house without that heat
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| And all my G’s know we runnin' these streets
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| Hook
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| Y’all niggas just don’t know
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| Y’all niggas don’t never understand how these G’s do it
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| Uh, but we stay dipped in that black from the day through the night
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| Aight |