of my lungs same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real) you know me lil' shorty Meacita's son Lil' Wayne Nigga, Calleon, H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier
ain't nothing but hoes [Baby] Nigga what? I don't give a fuck Lil' BGeezy show these niggaz you don't give a fuck [B.G.] My presidents make a nigga
Cash money slangin' nine nigga Off top playboy H.B's and the B.G.'s What's happenin' little B.G. bring it to these niggas When I got that iron in my
clothes The money or these hoes You know blood is thicker than all this here You heard me, blood is thicker than all this Blood is thicker than all this, blood
memphis niggas be throwin' them thangs From maclamo to decatur we be pushin' that bang From the g to the h-e double t-o, Buckin niggas down cause it
Or your fam be sitting in the front aisle, of a funeral home Put two to your dome, so pass the microphone The s-h-o-w-b-i-z from 1-6-3, third and a-v-
before we knew it, it was over fast and New York City, was frozen by the blast they say they'll take away the cap. of G.B.H the last time, their nothing
G Unit, A, B You can't fuck with me C, D We from the Harlem streets E, F Don't talk me to death G, H It's elementary Picture me rolling Range Rover Same
21 years of my lifetime (4x) 21 years Choclair's in the house (21 years in my lifetime) Ill B Uh (like that) You need to recognize 21 years of pure
like H.I.V. sick niggas Act like you know B, I watch you die slowly Tapped action like Charles Dick to Kobe Was a blood spilling smack a fagot from the
remove your organs H2O ridin' round in same orbits Notorious from New York to New Orleans House come with the lake swimmin' with dolphins Fifty G's
niggas lame I'm ready to take it to some 'G' shit, street shit Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G
' is for Low Life Who love to pull the trigga The 'Y' is for Yes, y'all Yes, yes, my brotha I'm Baby G from that grove motha fucka The 'G' is for Gat
, Reeboks, bandanas, and girbauds It'll be uncivilized, don't stick to the G-code Under twenty, ya ride natural, I'm on twenty-fours 2003 black hummer, H
on me Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -- Don't mean nothin to the B.G I'm ready
6:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the
I know them rap songs got you thinkin? You're some kind of G Well if that's the case, then que sera And what will be will be, boy Where's the G's?
F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] So hot, make niggaz say [F.B.] Fox so hot [Y.G.] So hot, make you wanna say [F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] Na Na