Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's All Over , by - G. DepRelease date: 19.04.2005
Song language: English
It's All Over |
| Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going |
| Today is the day man |
| Nigga this is it Your life and your word aint shit, spit |
| this real as it get |
| plus, theres no one you can trust |
| love what, do it for the lust |
| trust, its never to much |
| got to get the money in my clutch |
| case close shut |
| split a nigga gut |
| right through the middle like a dutch |
| never did like them much, my man |
| gather up the artilery |
| you feelin’me? |
| what gives, tryin to live its killin me its all about the whips |
| chicks with the hips |
| runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips? |
| do the dip |
| see time is movin quick, runnin’out |
| no time for dumbin out |
| I got one live to live |
| a wife, a kid |
| and I still didnt get the ring or the crib |
| look what I did! |
| (chorus, Carl Thomas) |
| Whatcha’gonna do? |
| When the G’s in the Ree’s then the peeps come knockin at your door |
| When they come for you |
| And you know, Its all over! |
| I’m to swift for you |
| cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride |
| heres my gift to you |
| now you know, its all over! |
| (gun click) |
| you know what this is (gun blast) |
| hughs showed you to get bizz |
| and what I gotta do to get big |
| Dick believe, its all about your speed |
| cars cash weed |
| its all a nigga need, indeed |
| seems I was the seed in greed |
| born in bullshit |
| guns was four-cliped |
| finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits |
| bring it step on streets and get to slingin |
| im about to make it hot like piss |
| been hungry before but not like this |
| if lifes a bitch |
| she needs to get cookin |
| and cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin |
| baby need milk |
| when I do it up I need silk |
| scales on tilt |
| thats how a nigga built |
| I need my money torn like wealth on stilts |
| niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt |
| (chorus, Carl Thomas) |
| Whatcha’gonna do? |
| When the G’s in the Ree’s then the peeps come knockin at your door |
| When they come for you |
| And you know, Its all over! |
| I’m to swift for you |
| cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride |
| heres my gift to you |
| now you know, its all over! |
| know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor |
| how could you think of winnin on the floor |
| your not sure, take the game and went shopin |
| your not pure, took the shot for |
| a penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss |
| well I aint got a nickle for ya miss |
| im all up in a twist |
| fuck all the glamer and the gliss |
| Ima’hop and skip |
| put a slammer in the mix |
| till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click… Clack (gun click) |
| causing you to yelp «GET BACK»! |
| I want the cake |
| the early american china plate |
| the meetin out of drapes |
| and bottles of Alizae |
| so I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain |
| hey, smile and say |
| «money made my day» |
| man Im tellin you the plan |
| everythings a scam |
| sex cars, put the money in my hand |
| (chorus, Carl Thomas) |
| Whatcha’gonna do? |
| When the G’s in the Ree’s then the peeps come knockin at your door |
| When they come for you |
| And you know, Its all over! |
| I’m to swift for you |
| cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride |
| heres my gift to you |
| now you know, its all over! |