Don't you hesitate, baby come on come on [E.S.G.] Come with a hustler ma, I turn two dollars to a mill Right now you riding, with E.S.G. and Ideal Last
: (Patton...) Turn me up Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then they pay with
kiss you These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you Eww, you niggas disgust me And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me Let's
used to walked with is defective All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive About who's the baddest bitch and if Pac's alive Nigga, I'm in a aqua five With
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca
street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto Lets do this right
me And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
f-ck with me baby (That mean they can't f-ck with you) You tell them like that bitch told Scarface (What she say?) ?I don't fuck with the help? [Verse
with a white bitch That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey The wife be at home with the kid's Look at them and see how a motherfucker
! I put the heater to your head You G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat Scrat! It's simple as 1,2,3 You lames Wanna get at Game You gotta come through me
mill' then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia who titties ain't real Now they all hidin behind the police shield [Chorus] [Outro] G-G-G-G-G-you
talk of New York is Yayo die with 50's dick in his throat G-G-G-shit a joke; Olivia's a man And hot damn there's a fuckin lump in his throat Spit brrrap
you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta [Phat Rat: talks] G-G-G-G-G
out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real *****s for life, the rules of the G NWA got the D.R.E [The Game] We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars on
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
Cold Sweats When I Sleep I Live Comfortably With A Red Rag Tied Around The 45 In Case Nigga Try To Come For Me Mad Cause I Started My Own Company I Don
s and low-low's, but most of us ridin' scrapers [Crooked I:] Please Lord forgive me, it's in me to toke Semi's Grope Penny and Remy, my pockets was so
