| I wave them up high just like Big Poppa.
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| Hoes love us and they just can’t stop us.
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| Trying to take my momma out the hood quickly.
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| Even though I know the hood would be mad the day I leave.
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| Would my enemies for life, it’s on.
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| Whats right from wrong. |
| To the homies rest in peace if your gone.
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| My name is Lil G. Slash Blue Devil. |
| Slash King Enemy.
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| Drinking on Hennessy. |
| Fucking with the finest broads.
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| The life of a boss. |
| My son sits right across.
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| And I don’t trust know one. |
| It’s stuck in my mind.
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| Fuck friends, take gods advice. |
| I can hear them tell me that you ain’t with it.
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| The ones that act tuff are the ones that start snitching.
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| I ain’t never done that and I never will. |
| My big homies wont allow it.
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| And thats real. |
| Motherfuckers talk about the things that I do.
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| But I think you should stop cause I don’t give a mad fuck about you.
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| Cause if you don’t know, now you know.
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| I do what I want cause I’m a Gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
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| I say what I want. |
| Cuz I’m a Gangsta. |
| It don’t mean shit to me.
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| I brush it off, I brush it off. |
| I stay shinning like my jewelry.
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| I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry.
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| Two things that kill a man. |
| The rise to power.
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| And the jealously from another man. |
| I try to tell them but they wont listen.
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| The lil homies need money so we back on another mission.
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| Robbing, extortion. |
| Only 16 and girls getting abortions.
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| I can’t imagine that all for my son. |
| Letting it go down, shit you got me fucked
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| up.
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| That’s my pride, everything I love. |
| Lil Danny, BG the King’s Son.
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| I’m back with another one. |
| Plats to get money, posted in the hood with a bag of
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| drugs and a stack of thugs.
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| A small scale. |
| My life in between a papers lines. |
| Oh well.
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| Double-Nine taking your customers. |
| The last ones to stand would be the hustlers.
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| I do what I want cause I’m a Gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
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| I say what I want. |
| Cuz I’m a Gangsta.
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| It don’t mean shit to me. |
| I brush it off, I brush it off.
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| I stay shinning like my jewelry.
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| I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry.
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| I roll with made motherfuckers. |
| Marijuana-cocaine paid motherfuckers.
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| Like on some cartel movie shit. |
| They went and bought them all.
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| So you know we gotta go move it quick.
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| This rap shit, I’m having fun with it.
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| Bitches don’t like you cause you to thug with it.
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| I don’t like you neither, cause you act hard.
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| Just like Kanye said it, thats when you die hard.
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| And I ain’t trying to clown, I’m hear to motivate.
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| The ones that got skills, I initiate.
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| Locked up in the room with some headphones.
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| Writing about the lonely nights in the ghetto.
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| Or writing stories about my Ex-bitches.
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| Some good. |
| Some, I wish I never met bitches.
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| Cause if you don’t know, now you know.
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| I do what I want cause I’m a Gangsta, who the fuck you suppose to be.
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| I say what I want. |
| Cuz I’m a Gangsta.
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| It don’t mean shit to me. |
| I brush it off, I brush it off.
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| I stay shinning like my jewelry.
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| I brush it off, I brush it off, I hope you feel offended by my jewelry. |