get me A straight niggaroe subtractor Mr. Scarface Part III, muthafucka, The Final Chapter The final chapter for real (All I have in this world..) Yep
wanna They don't wanna see me shine) As long as I'm alive, no hater gon' never stop my drive I get it and make it multiply, anything else is suicide Enemy of the world
a sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
sound, y'all know how thugs sound Can't touch clowns, slow slugs down O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy Y'all cats
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
can have your body the first I want your mine I got what you need and it's hard to find You said you needed you a thug You said you needed you a G You
the water G Em F C There he goes turning my whole G world around G Do you feel what I feel D G
the world, one hand on the brief I stand on the world, bitch, I stand on the peak Of the game and the girls, and the guap, now that's G Don't ask me
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know g4 pilots on a first name basis In your
I realize that it won't be too long before we wake up and the world is gone/ And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armageddon fo' sho' fo' sho' fo'
win, never let the system think they got you If you relentless they can't stop you let 'em hang, they gone watch you Yeah, we the enemies of the world
him from behind But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act But you gotta tell your
you bust and your gun got *****z on the run And you rep where you from ***** you D Block And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup
near you If you bust and your gun got nigga, niggas on the run And you rep where you from nigga you D Block And you try to come home and your pockets
kept it reala But bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to be I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G I got enough
Sha, you got Chad, you got Troy, you got me Ray, Ed, Mo, Shannon an' Kenny G We your family, nigga, so wipe the tears from your eyes Stay focused get your
the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss Stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for g's, m-11 to squeeze 'bout an
