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Strictly hip hop.
to the beats to the rap.
Ninjaa - produce/rapper
STRICTLY MOTHER F*CKING HIP-HOP.
from the Rap to Instrumentals.
On the mic or beats production i gotcha.
if u wanna calab, get a beat or juss holla hit me up on aim
Azntri90
email: azntri90@hotmail.com
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,828
Peak in subgenre #3,143
Author
Ninjaa
Rights
Made In China
Uploaded
April 27, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Still A G
Intro:
(Ninja): Yo it's O.M.C, nd T.O.P, and u kant forget about TRG ya kno?
(Jinseng): Shit mengz we still all dat....We still sportin our flagz...Shiet still no one bettuh than me...Shiet nigguh, im still a G
(Verse 1 Jinseng)
Still raskal, till my casket drops
Still G'd up wit the glock o glock
Still bangin my set, wit no regrets
Still Respect, song mai don ket
Still ridin wit da gray on my face
Still Throwin R's all ova da place
Still Wit a grey rag around my neck
Still Reppin da best wit da R's on my chest
Still Ridin wit my Raskal G's
Still Raskalin, wit my grey tall tee's
Still Livin Life wit no fukken lies
Still Remember as i die, every raskal survives
Still wit my hands on my weapon
Still puttin down nigguhz, tryin be steppin
Still pourin da 40's on graves
Still shootin strays, kuhz we dunt fukken play
Still not ever even givin a fuck//
Still playin dice rollin for luck//
Still robbin dem bitch azz folkz//
Still g riddin like it ain't no joke//
Still still slangin big rocks//
Still Still showin who's on top//
Still still can't fuck wit me//
Still nigga, im still a g//
(Verse 2 Ninja)
Now its beeen a couple of years till i started to bang
got a fire arm and a flag reppin the 44th st gang
bg to og
all ya niggas kno me
and if u look past the random shots in vein
i put my blood sweat and tears in this game
and yet not a mac that can split-me (split me)
i got a g unit clip and i'll shoot fiffty
u mess with-a-god
i'll put u rite next-to-god
so u still can't fuck with me (fuck wit me)
still holdin it down wit omc
even thou sum crews wanna recruit me
still not givin a fuck
still throwin the "w" up
thats rite, im west siddin (west sidin)
still g ridin
shit this is the way i chose, so ima g till my caskets closed
(Verse 3 Jinseng)
And fo dese bytches who be talkin shiet//
Ya'll can get hit wit my crew Seven One Deuce Six//
T. Raskal G is da life that i choose//
Still Reppin it in death, u kno how we do//
Still Loadin up this 12 guage shottie//
Kuhz im still ready, to burry sum bodies//
Bytches kan tlk da tlk, but not wlk da wlk//
Keep tlkin shiet, then we'll dust u like chalk//
Bustin caps off in dese bitch azz cops//
Still G Riding, if we high or not//
Still Rockin da gray laces on da gray chucks// (Grey Chucks)
Still Chillin like villains, not givin a fukk//
Seven One Deuce Gang, dats y u hate us//
Tryin to fade us, kuhz u kant get wit da raidas//
Still Gray flag on my left, nd a glock on my right//
Still Reppin da best, locc fo da rest of my life//
(Verse 4 Ninja)
now wen we stop on ur block and that window roll down, duck
cuz u bouta get shot the fuck up
pac is gone and we still hit em up
and i kno u don't want non of that
4 feet below ima put u under that
still black on black wen we ride
still west coast pride
still robbin them banks
and u c the escalade out back thats the motha fuckin tank
but i ain't no soljah, shiet u call me a General
im hip hop's emerald
and i still got time to roll with the clique
still reloadin and blastin clips
still connectin with these world wide gangsta shit
still riddin to the beat
still spittin that heat
still settin the flame to the street
and u think u safe rockin a vest
not untill sum ninjaa niggas pop out and stab u in the chest
and if ya really wanna b talkin shit
i'll glue ya ass to yea lips
now thats what i call talkin shit
u shouldn't fuck wit me
so if u havent hurd me and jin sum Gs
(Verse 5 Jinseng)
Shiet nigguhz, If u still dunno who we are//
Den we'll do a driveby wit our g'd up cars//
Dat's how u'll go, from dat shotgun blow, from dat rasko//
U damn assho, Fa sho//
Leavin Holes like swiss cheese, but mo//
Nigguhz dont kno, that's how i roll, Leave u on da ground ho//
Wit dirt in yur mouth When i Stomp u out//
Till u dirty like da south and move back to laos//
But yo, Still i keep my straps low//
Ready to bust some caps in sum fukken ho's//
Death take's
