| I know you heard 'bout G |
| Last niggas that played with me had two, three surgeries |
| The young gangstas can learn from me |
| The opps dream about burnin' me |
| Them blocks, they go for thirty-three |
| Forty-three, you wanna eat |
| You single if I want yo' bae |
| Yo nigga know what’s up with me |
| Niggas get in they feelings over these women then try come for me |
| I’m gone get it all in her, lean down whisper, «Is you gone cum for me?» |
| She was faithful til she met a gangsta |
| I brought her habits back |
| Standin' over yo lady lettin' it dangle |
| Doing the cabbage patch |
| Niggas know the city was gettin' soft |
| I brought the static back |
| If he say I snaked him, then I adapted to my habitat |
| If they say I’m gangsta and 'bout my paper then it’s facts in that |
| I pray they don’t check it when I mail it 'cause it’s thrax in that |
| Action-packed, I think the whole city know that we on it |
| Hard for him to sleep, his pillow got a hunnid Gs on it |
| This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin' |
| I still think that I can make a million on Tubman |
| Ain’t no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin' |
| I’ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me |
| We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy |
| I just wanna ball with my niggas where it’s sunny |
| Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money |
| Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money |
| That’s on gang, that’s on me, that’s on my name, what’s up Gee? |
| I say 'Forty', I ain’t talkin' bout a strap, but a key |
| Streets lucky, boy I just might send a hunnid through Kentucky, yeah |
| I’m the type of plug if you don’t pay then shit get ugly, yeah |
| Hit his mama house, shoot up the car and hit his buddy, yeah |
| This that gangsta shit, we don’t play no games about that money, yeah |
| Big Gotti, plug talk, CMG |
| 10 bricks for yo advance, you signed to the streets |
| Urus, 'Rari, Cutlass, Forgi’s |
| Kick that lil' bitch out, I caught that hoe tryin' to record me |
| I done had buddy owe me for a half a brick and been avoidin' me |
| Drivin' off them xans, fell asleep, damn near destroyed me |
| This that gangsta shit that you was missin', you was lovin' |
| I still think that I can make a million on Tubman |
| Ain’t no halfway in it, if you with us, we thuggin' |
| I’ma drop the ticket, go and get em if you love me |
| We ride in them rentals when we spinnin' on yo buddy |
| I just wanna ball with my niggas where it’s sunny |
| Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money |
| Fifty-five hunnid boss niggas gettin' money |