all graveyy We hit the club like nino in the C.M.B Pretty mixxed bitch I just call ha P.M.B Watch ya step baby gettin out that G.M.C You bust yo ass girl
[Hook] It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know
m a one point somethin Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin So watch what you say to them crackers Ill put a couple G's on yer head
get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five
said, ice in a ceramic van? Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers Deep
wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself And just take a deep breath I
the tone and i was sprung (i was sprung) and we get done til 4, 5 in the morn (4, 5 in the morn) she had me deep in the zone (deep in the zone) u
do flyin' with the rest of em' still got my Nike Boots Flyin' with the rest of em [X5] Still got my nike Boots South side what up Uptown What up B&g what
two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. GROVE street, BLOOD we two deep Don't get your ass deep, don't get your ass deep. [Verse 1
(CHORUS) K.I.N.G. THe Mo City Don I Know You Heard About Me and This Mission Im On Not an R.A.T, Im Just Trying to live on, Not in a Penententary I\'d
But nigga I'm real bumper and the grill When I do my music it's the music you can feel Cause I'm just a G riding one deep And every time I ride I ride
draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars deep
I just tight my flow and built the buzz and came colder I toucht them street G's, Them go gettas, And crack stars You 6 feet deep or some where sleep
] [Z-Ro:] Now when you throw up the West upside down, it's my side of town I use to be a Y.G., but I'm a rider now O.G. credentials and in like one of
Cause hell on my son, gotta get him what he need So I'm hustler extroardinaire, thug life G [Hook] [Viscious:] You can catch us in a houptie fo' deep
this world by surprise, I knew you hoes wasn't ready [Hook x2] [Lil' Keke:] What's up young Ro, that's my young nigga C.M.G. my click, and my family
running around, looking over my shoulder burning up use my cash Wonder my a.c. tell em on E, burning up my gas I'm just a G, everybody in the streets
stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggaz be doing what They be doing, I don't know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two deep