| Sweet Jones in this bitch |
| It's goin' down |
| Know what I'm talkin' about? |
| Puttin' it down one time for the king |
| Smoke some, bitch |
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| It's some big money shit goin' down in the South |
| Big dicks, big cars, big rocks up in our mouth |
| I done reached out to the West, got a bald head nut |
| Gotta ride, get high, and put the clip in your gut |
| Pimp C and C-Bo and Cowboy, its a wrap |
| RIP to DJ Screw, I keep ya name on the map |
| So po' out some liquor and watch my trunk pop |
| And throw your sets up in the air if you really miss 'Pac |
| The game didn't stop even when the best died |
| We just fried up some fry and dried the tears up out our eyes |
| I miss my dead homeboys I know y'all can see it |
| Pimp hard, never fraud, you pussy niggas couldn't be me |
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| These niggas ain't G like us |
| Ain't slangin' no D like us |
| These niggas ain't eatin' like us |
| Y'all niggas wanna be like us |
| Ain't fuckin' on freaks like us |
| Ain't runnin' these streets like us |
| Ain't bringin' this heat like us |
| Y'all niggas ain't G's like us |
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| Understand I hustle hard to get the bankroll large |
| It's Pimp C, Smoke, Vicious, Run D, Hum-V |
| Gun in the spot stash, runnin' the block masked |
| Hunnid in the box cash, how the block smash |
| Grade fine, stay fine, pimp fuckin' canine |
| Let the K fly, see the bitches they gotta take mine |
| This money gave me power, the streets gave me strength |
| Now we makin' dollars outta 15 cent |
| West Coast done got dirty what the fuck they gon' do now? |
| Got niggas in LA & the Bay bumpin' Screw now |
| The game gon' change like the price of coke, man |
| You cross this click, ya life gotta go, man |
| Send 'em to no land, put him in low land |
| .44 hole and the tag on your toe, man |
| Melt ya like snow man, have you stinkin' like toe jam |
| The back of your projects, in the trunk of your brohan |
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| These niggas ain't G like us |
| Ain't slangin' no D like us |
| These niggas ain't eatin' like us |
| Y'all niggas wanna be like us |
| Ain't fuckin' on freaks like us |
| Ain't runnin' these streets like us |
| Ain't bringin' this heat like us |
| Y'all niggas ain't G's like us |
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| I'm goin' off with this gangster dirty South game |
| These money boys cock and aim banana clip in the frame |
| And here come them killers, gangsters, hoes, pimps, fine bitches, and bosses |
| Big consequences, losses, triple and quadruple crosses |
| M-I crooked is the state, J-A-C is the city |
| Fuck around money nigga you gon' get squeezed like some titties |
| Put some cheese on yo head and let the rats come check |
| Turn your smile into a frown, bitch put a smile on your neck - a threat |
| Extremely like speed, fast, blast, ya ass, and dash |
| Your fertilizer for the daisies in the Johnson grass |
| Should I let him live or let him die? |
| Kiss of death, goodnight, hoe go to sleep, goodbye |
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| These niggas ain't G like us |
| Ain't slangin' no D like us |
| These niggas ain't eatin' like us |
| Y'all niggas wanna be like us |
| Ain't fuckin' on freaks like us |
| Ain't runnin' these streets like us |
| Ain't bringin' this heat like us |
| Y'all niggas ain't G's like us |
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| I know it I got some killas with me |
| Apes, baboons, silverback gorillas with me |
| Dope runnin', coke runnin', stuntin' ain't my cup of tea |
| Gotta wonder man what's up with V, you'll find out nigga you fuck with me |
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| down in Texas, Louisiana bred nigga |
| Never met a scared nigga, |
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| some went Fed niggas |
| Met this nigga C-Bo, he put me on some numbers |
| Say he got 'em deep, he got 'em cheap, we shoppin in Cali this summer |
| I don't worry 'bout these bitches, I'm so street, I'm so gutta |
| I sold weed, I sold pills, I sold gats, I sold butta |
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| These niggas ain't G like us |
| Ain't slangin' no D like us |
| These niggas ain't eatin' like us |
| Y'all niggas wanna be like us |
| Ain't fuckin' on freaks like us |
| Ain't runnin' these streets like us |
| Ain't bringin' this heat like us |
| Y'all niggas ain't G's like us |
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