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| [Talking:] Gyeah(I'm A G)I don't know about you Look I don't know about you*repeat 2x* Gyeah, It's Flip Gates... my nigga Noble Clover G's, H-Town... Southside [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Ay Look I'm A G and that's the family tradition Fuck bein broke my nigga I'm on a mission I was fifteen with a bag full of dope While ya'll was learnin math nigga I was cookin coke I use to ride with my uncle, he use to make the runs He told me if he didn't come out to take the gun And call the mothafuckin house and let mama know I got the callico just incase the drama go Way too far and trust me you don't want that You don't want me aimin straight for ya fitted cap I been thru a whole bunch of shit my life time The cops in the hood they suppose to fight crime But the cops in my hood they cut side deals Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill It feel good to be a millionaire so young Gon'and catch twenty two as I pack fo'guns [Chorus: Lil' Flip] Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90 I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G [Verse 2: Young Noble] They say I'm stuck in my ways and I prolly won't change And the way that we was raised, shit we gotta get paid Call us money over bitches in this scandalous age Like my niggas all gone-ain't nobody to save And look at me I grew crookedly Saw [? ] on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it confused I know niggas who stack dimes like Mr.Schrooge I know niggas who pack nines quick as they use This is the blues that street shit that do what it do You gotta watch how you move youngin, ya freedom-ya life You might lose somethin youngin-tryna prove somethin youngin You gotta be a man on ya own-no crew or nothin Niggas pop that pop but niggas ain't doin nothin Nob'stay humble-till you cross that line Cross me you gon'see you only got one time [Chorus: Lil' Flip] Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a glock in my ride I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90 I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, shit Everywhere I go I keep a extra clip, shit Cause if you slip nigga it might be over You heard Game Over, you seen the Range Rover The CD changed over, I'm jammin Noble's shit That Cloverland, that Botany Boy's, that Screwed Up Click, that Clover shit You niggas talk all that shit but you don't back it up And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch ya up [Verse 4: Young Noble] It's the mothafuckin movement-the truth is Niggas can't do it like we do this Nah don't compare us to ya'll We Outlawz from day one in the game Stayed true from day one in the game Through the love and the pain Nothin to gain but respect in the game And this shit gon'live on way after we gone Real niggas keep pushin along Real niggas keep gettin it on, sing 'em a song [Chorus: Till End] |
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