Lyrics
Rollin’down Park Avenue bumpin’maze
My Caddy with them switches, got them bitches in a daze
Niggaz on the gank, smokin’dank, goin’nuts
And all I see is dope and dead niggaz bloody guts
Sometimes I go and click and smack my bitch up with the gat
Or blow up niggaz cars, cause I heard they call me fat
No I’m not a wimp, cause the pimp is in my nature
I got too many hoes bein’away, but ain’t my flavor
I’ma dope seller, stick 'em up, killer or whatever
Game from slangin’birds, 211 or 187
Smack up my bitches on the street that owe me ends
Learn from the start, in the game ain’t no friends
Just a lot of bitches with they hands out
Whatsup with that?
Smilin’in my fuckin’face, stabbin’me in my fuckin’back
All up in my business, whatsup with my grip bitch?
Steppin’up, one nigga died with a mouth full of pimp shit
Whatsup with the bitches aye? Whatsup with the bitches aye?
Fuck me, suck me, jack me, 'til my diggidy-dick ejaculate
Whatsup with niggaz aye? Whatsup with the niggaz aye?
Tell 'em not to fuck with some niggaz like us!
Hook: (4x)
I’m reachin’for the pump and the loaded automatic
It’s 6/5 bombs from the box in the attic
A phone call from Eightball let me know the scope
T-Money and J.B. had to scope a young hoe
Not a true bitch, but a true bitch nigga
We rollin’thick as hell so how the fuck that nigga figure?
His gun nor his gang is gonna be a threat to us With 1 fire bomb, 1 got him at the dusk
And the nigga down with me said:(Damn G you been having gank?)
And at that very moment, he was askin’me to shank it A nigga ain’t suppose to smoke a trick and get sad
And thats the first example of a killer goin’bad
I gotta take him out, if he live he’ll confess
So Eightball you ready?(Yeah)
Shoot him in the chest *1 Shot*(I got him)
One mo’motherfucker dead over bullshit
Guess he didn’t really know the niggaz he was runnin’with
M.J.G., Eightball and Killa-B
Lil’Han and J-Smooth, T-Money and J.B.
Lettin’these imitation motherfuckers know
Niggaz like us don’t be headin’to the flo'.HOE!
Hook: (4x)
Suckers can’t get none
Suckers can’t get none
G. pass me my clip so I can load my lil’uzi gun
Eightball you got me covered main?
Yeah I got yo back main
Let these bastards know that we don’t bar no fuckin’blood stains
What about my pimpin'?
Is it strong?
HELL YEAH NIGGA!
Got a lot of bitches?
Got a gang, and it’s gettin’bigger
Bigger than a mac-jay, smooth like a 5th of 'yac
Let 'em know we deadly G Is Deadly as a hit-a-crack
Straight from my gun to yo head
Then we got ya Cut a nigga throat, naw that’s another chapter
Kickin’ass
Makin’stiches
Smokin’bud
Fuckin’bitches lip…
.stick on my dick from the suckin’and the kissin'
She was kissin’on a…
…FAT DICK!
Could it be a…
.A fat trick
All up on my niggy-nuts, talkin’that love shit
Ain’t no use in startin’shit
Ain’t no use in tryin’to fuck
Bitches can’t fuck with some niggaz like us Hook: (4x)