Lyrics:
G4 Act Three

As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You

m in the pop top three And ma pops got G's Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Gonna jack my steam We're slippin

best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat

m going up in yo chest playa (chest playa) Y'all niggas better act like y'all respect somethin' around here (around here) Gots to be a G til the day that

the case, pleadin and denyin Man you ain't got to explain yourself, don't tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em) Then keep it movin G and act like you don

4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up

my ear loves check Bbs is on my wrist 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bity o6 vet Im waiting on the runway for my g4 jet

is on my wrist, 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bit of O6 vet I'm waiting on the runway for my G4 jet I'm ahead of the thing

doctor dooom You act more fake than pamela anderson Getting rebuilt by oscar goldman With contact lenses Run with imbeciles who leasse benzes You valet park athletes cars Buying blond wigs from k-mart Chorus: x4