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G-joint

Yo, I rock the fuck out

I don't know 'bout everyone else

Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherfucker

Get this straight and fix your face

I ain't gotta sell millions, I'm in the buildings

With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight

Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leaving you cut

You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down

Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back

Be the only damn way I'll be fuckin' around

And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck

So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound

And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate

Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now

And you gon' get popped in the head, true story

Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some Red

Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread

Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and lead

Whaddup?

Stay in the zone

I don't know why the fuck you amped, yo

Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo

Niggaz in the hood that go out like Rambo

They hot since 138th had that [unverified]

Young Buck, dumb fuck

Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up

Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg

I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue

I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on

Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul

Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all

On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls

I been cool 'coz niggaz is asthma

Fuck that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed

And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash

Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash

Whaddup?

Pass that blunt, nigga

I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off

Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off

Niggaz ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya

The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya

All y'all fags'll get ate like clams

This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me J Van Dam

All these so called 'Guerrillas' be tellin'

I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherfucker

Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug?

I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club

Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of G's

Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, niggaz is fleas

Fuckin' rats can't wait to call cops

'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops

J-Hood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto

'Coz I'm O.G. and I play the streetz like a cello

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