O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok, ok when
, lean back R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I
girls huddle Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubbles Champange, cavior, for Hollywood rockstars, back on the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G
Gabbana Fendi, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E
false the reason I?m commin to break em off Got to get mine so I?m takin yours Wishin they never did open the door I?m kickin it through bitch get on
And the winner is, Trick Diesel, Face Mob My nigga baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, T double, you know I'm a G 'Cuz I keep sayin' gangsta
you should, you oughta be with me You oughta be with G Can't you see, you oughta be with me The G E R and the A L D, the L E V E R and the T And you
I'm a "he's been..." Everywhere I'm Bigger than Cease's friend Lyrics written down with a G's pen Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap I'm gonna give her
O R E, N O R E I'm from Q U double E N S The first nigga selling crack with a black G S I like the Lex, nigga so I copped the shit And now it's summer
to play the Merigo Yer, we know drop the scenario It was me, D, the M P V The blunts and brew things knockers and Wu-Tang M E T H O shit Look at those
right, check it, it's the B I, double G I E Y'all niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma Who you love Biggie for the Y2G, the two ten We got it sewn
't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D wasn't B I G I had to get P A
livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G E D, wasn't B I G I got P A I D, that
hear me "Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E "Tellin you to hear it " 2PacHolla if ya hear me "Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E
't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin' and I'm tryin'
'm still spectacular, it's just a different vernacular I'm disrespectful gives a fuck about ya hip hop I'm tryin' to eat you niggas meat, I'm comin' for
cold outside Mack stick to script an' stick to street Stick in clip an' flip your Jeep Got extended shit an' different heat Mack M 1 double now I'm knockin' feathers out your bubble
