Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's All Over, artist - G. Dep
Date of issue: 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! |