Lyrics The G In Me - Mister D, Mr. Criminal, DTTX

The G In Me

This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
Fool You Ain’t No Friend To Me
Claiming You’re Ahead Of Me
I’m Smoking Methamphetamine
I’m Tripping Like I Said I’ll Be
I’ll Treat You Like An Enemy
I’m Packing Guns So Heavily
I’m Stacking Up Artillery
Into Your Wounds No Remedy
This One’s For Those
Fake Ass Wannabe Rappers
Tryin To Be Hard Core
Passing Through My Streets
You’re Gonna Get Bullets
In Your Car Door
And Far More
Just Stay The Fuck Away
Before You Start War
Lil Cuete’s Here
And You Know He’s Up For More
With Deadly Intentions
My Soldiers Filled With Aggression
With Infections Incisions
And Sections They Mention Injections
Confessions Of My Aggression
Relieving Tension
No Stressin
Suggestions Of My Redemption
Leave Your Face Down
In Direction
I’m Not Saying I’m The Best Right Now
But I Be One Of The Best Around
I’m Shooting Em Up
And I’m Laying Em Down
With My Brother-In-Law Lil Gato
You Know That He’s Ready
To Take Out The Rat
And I Be The One
That Be Sitting In Back
Wiping The Finger Prints Off Of My Gat
Because We Already Know Where You Be At
This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
I’ll Make You Gone
Like Retired Without Even A Start
You Had No Chance To Begin
Because I Came For Your Heart
My Flows Are Piercing Your Skull
And Sinking Into Your Brain
One On One
I’m The Only Maniac That Can Hang
Tried To Turn Mine Against Me
But It’ll Never Work
And Now
Knowing That You’re Hating
I Sit Back With A Smirk
You Might Have Went On Tour
But Never Holding The Mic
So Don’t Get All Excited
Because I’ll Rock It All Night
I’m Ready To Kill Em
I Never Will Sweat Em Like Armageddon
They Fear When I Get Em
I’m Hotter Than Hellic Infernos
I’m Faster Than Bullets
Just Lower Your Turtles
You Laugh It Ain’t Funny
I’m Jumping Them Hurtles
And Make Em Wanna Be
Behaving Like Crazy
And Blazing Up Daily
And Know That I’m Kicking It Up
And You Know That I’m Kicking Up Dust
You Must Give Credit Where Credit’s Do
Look At Me And Look At You
What The Fuck Was Running Through
That Fucked Up Mind Of Yours
You Should’ve Been Home
And With Me More
To See That Money Filled In Cases
But Now I Still See
Those Fuckin Stupid Smiling Faces
This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
This Is How It Sounds
When The Cuete Explodes
Click Click Bang Bang
Bullet Holes Inside Of Your Clothes
Everyone Knows
Give Me A Gun And I’ll Shoot
Taking My Aim And I Shoot You
Give Me The Reasons
I Do All The Things That I Do
Who Got Beef?
What You Want Some Of This
I’m A Knock Out Your Dental
Knightowl Be Loco
Busting Through You Residential
The Night With The Weapon
That’s Loaded
I’m The Master
Keep On Wasting
Mutherfucker You Can’t Hang
You Better Be Trucha With My Gang
From The City Of Diego Puto
Por Que I’m Never Giving A Fuck
He Wanted To Bring The Drama
Mutherfucker You Got Stuck
I’m Like Sick Fools Be Trippin
They Better Get Out The Way
When I’m Coming
Pinche Leva Here I Come
I That You Better Start Running
I’m Better Than Most
I’m Locced Out
You Be Smoked Out
Give It Up
Cause If You Trying
The Knightowl & Cuete
Simon We’ll Fuck You Up
(Laughing)
That’s Right
Lil Cuete
From That Big Bad Varrio Norwalk Gang Los One Ways
And The Homeboy Knightowl
SD Woptown
Putting It Down Like That
That’s Right Trucha