Parece facil tal como lo ves. Y estando juntos todo marcha bien. Pero otra vez. Me encuentro solo con mi soledad. No tengo a nadie mas en quien confiar
(Talking) Yeah this one is dedicated to anybody that lost somebody wether they locked up gone pasted away or just aint here no more seems like it just
G I pulled off and see some hutches on the corner But just be Cause it's buisiness as usal, Eat, p, and d But it's MD and me Drinkin and drivin the G,
The Ear You Ain't Got To Home But You Got To Leave From Here Simple And Plain No Strings Attached I'm Lettin You Know That I'm A Certified Mac I Hit
(Low-G) Ghetto Soldier, I?m representin? from that Houston Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin? Dope, Only my God
show her in I was like show her in? Neva that oh no, anybody in the streets know that that's a no no So no I would never ever ever ever Baby Ima G yeah
rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke
her in I was like show her in? never that oh no anybody in the streets know thats a no no So no I would never ever, ever, ever Baby I'm a g yeah thats
[Verse 1:] Get some brand new kicks, Couple hundred on the jeans, I been spendin all this money got me feelin like a g, Hand me down gear, some shit you
district, I be there cause I live it Bought this shit from tuition, a couple years back aint seen my vision. Runnin this bitch like I do not care, O.G
willing So leave me alone, before I touch your dome Or sending automatic 4-5's, to hit your home Cause ain't no playing with me, I'm a down ass G Showing
my G's Killa Stains, A.K.A. LL, rest in peace I see you up there balling, man hold up Real G's, do you wanna be a G To G or not to G for real Fuck you
Clover G's we mob like [sucillian?] top buildings with mansions that's the size of block buildings y'all listen you can lift wieghts,get shot you not hot until you fuck with Clover G
better ball on Cause I fuck around, and y'all gone and a nigga like me Cause I'm blessed with a tight 22's, AK-47, 3-57, Mac 11 Balling and and a 25,
(*talking*) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
loaded and cocked Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out [Trae] I heard they coming to get me, but it ain't gon be no easy task See me with the Mac
gentlemen this evenin' Ya dig? I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin in fo a minute screamin at yall Ya dig The one that taught the mac how to mac And the one
the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you
