cash route, plus bet on mash out Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out [Hook:] G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O (iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa)
Traduction: Un projet E \u0026amp;. À l'envers.
be an MC So (aight, aight) They wanted me to like, submit them an article They tell me to write a double essay or somethin like that so (a double essay
that function I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if shes naked It's like a view of paintin or a
function I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a paintin' or a
projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night [E
, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin to God for my squad Stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care Though times is
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! Verse 1 I got my Hennessy find ya foes in a room full of niggas tryin
Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky
the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese
jeans This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin nigga you?s a knock off, a imitation Local ass kingpin nigga wit a limitation
dis look like it might be a job for mr. clean you ole bootleggin nigga yous a knock off a imitation local ass kingpen nigga wit a limitation you dont
Hood:] A to the C to the E to the H double O-D Bitch I'm raised up in the streets Keep it G-U-T-T-A For my niggas servin yay Movin weight and servin'
Still in the projects But I spend hundred tausuend a car (yeah) I rather have a crib in Miami whit a boat (whit a boat nigger) Full of all mi niggers
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's why my moms hate me She was
