| I’m a G, ain’t no telling what you cats might see baby
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| Check me out now, wholay.
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| You know I’m thugged out, cause that’s the way I gotta survive
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| You know I’m dubbed out, on every ride that I drive
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| Let me take a moment, to introduce myself
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| Cause baby girl I see you want it, and I could tell you on it
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| It’s the millennium, I’m trying to light up the stage
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| And I be taking it to the max, because I wanna stay paid
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| You know the album is hot, I’m in the spots you not
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| And if I pull a gun to shoot, then best believe you shot
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| Cause I’m a soldier a vet, with no time to sweat
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| From the store to the deck, and checking on internet
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| I be going off, girl you ain’t heard about Lil' Keke
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| From the Dirty South, he got a bad mouth
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| It ain’t no thang mayn, a bunch of haters in the world
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| Say it’s a damn shame, but I just maintain no game
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| Get your cash and mash, on your plan
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| Cause the G in my life, stands for gangsta my man
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| I’m a G, it ain’t no telling what you cats might see
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| You know the ladies shake it up, and it’s for free
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| And I be getting my money first, cause that’s me
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| Nigga, and that’s me nigga
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| Bringing down the rap draft, cause I’m a first round pick
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| And from the booth to the stage, man I love that shit
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| You know the Northside, they say they love it the most
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| You know the Southside, quick to represent for they folk
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| You know the Eastside, they putting it down for the cheddar
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| And the Westside, you know they down for whatever
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| This another chapter, of the life after
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| Selling dope on the block, but now a paid rapper
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| I’m not a high capper, but I do get plex
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| Am I living like a baller, then the answer is yes
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| Listen up nigga, I ain’t tripping when I tell you I’m about my scrilla
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| And I ain’t tripping, when I tell you I’m a mad killa, but I’m a O. G
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| And when I’m gunning niggas running, cause they know me
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| You better show me, cause all that chatter don’t just matter
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| Nigga homie, cause you gon owe me
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| Cause this the damn song, you playing games with my family
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| You get stepped on, so nigga get gone
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| The Southcoast’s host, that you love the most
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| And you done came this far, and you still ain’t close |