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#3,322 in subgenre
Peak #34
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Peak #2,843
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April 02, 2006
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:36
Lyrics
Intro x2:
Da same guys u confide in
be lyin,
Hidin in caves like bin ladin,
and they ridin,
and decidin,
but they dont know that young G's Risin,
Hook x2 :
Ya aint messin with me, Aint no-one messin wit G,
I'm from NYC nigga home of BIG,
The way i see, is ur grave, RIP,
Bitch niggas its S T, Y L E,,
Verse #1:
Apoc Takin shots at me? OH HELL NAW!
aint they tell u, when I brawl niggas dun Fall?
My lyrics dun already beat em all,
From Big To small, six feet deep to six feet tall,
Fuck whatcha think, when my pen meet da ink,
niggas dun fall to the flow like a ship when it sinks,
Fuck E.L and fuck whatcha feel,
cuz all ya'll gonnna duck when G bucks that Steel,
And thats real, Mother fucker I'm Ill,
even ur own crew members feel my skill,
Cuz you keep forgettin my wraith is like armageddon,
Like i tol ya, if ya want it, ya gon get it,
My mind set is a STYLE smokin a Ghanja,
Keeping fokuhs on this Rap Game And marijuana,
Living cold like an eskemo stuck in taundra,
The Grand Bomber, FUCK ALL YA'LL TWO TIMERS!
Hook x2 :
Ya aint messin with me, Aint no-one messin wit G,
I'm from NYC nigga home of BIG,
The way i see, is ur grave, RIP,
Bitch niggas its S T, Y L E,,
Verse #2:
And Notebook you dont really want it wit my crew,
I dun told you, that you's a biting as Dude,
ASkin me for personals n shit, nigga u aint sick,
you far from it, this herbs just another interm pick,
And My grips set, cocked locked n firm,
Wit words, so absurd that they break earth like worms,
i aint even concerned wit this lil mayne,
you look up to me, so talk that trash, I'll see u on aim,
N When Its said n done, A.N dun ripped ur lil ass,
Destroyed ur frame, and left u ghost wit one blast,
This lil poker, Gon get Noted like smokers,
Wroten down with my sound mixed wit an Ice Choker,
Thats why your bitch ass, wanan sit n laugh,
thinkin you gonna win but STraight up, ya WONT LAST,
Hitcha wit another situation, fadin in medatin,
u gone be hesitatin when my flame forces levetation,
Hook x2 :
Ya aint messin with me, Aint no-one messin wit G,
I'm from NYC nigga home of BIG,
The way i see, is ur grave, RIP,
Bitch niggas its S T, Y L E,,
Verse #3:
And Twiz, you my lil thizz but you actin a bit big,
Actin like yo shit dont stank, nigga check yo sig,
before u wreck urself, and force me to use my belt,
Hitcha wit a stealth vessal gon make ya melt,
Fuckin rookie champ, ur tab done say it right up,
u wanna rise up? den Ima have to fuck ya ass Right up,
Fuckin homo ass thug thizzle, trying to be my nizzle,
talkin bout he hard when he's on dat Sizzle,
Fuck da Bay Area Movement, East Side till i Die,
And every nigga on da west side jus gon fry,,
when i apply the mistical lyrical hypothetical,
physical theoretical my mythical will make ya tipical,
While I get low, Every nigga you wit gon meet the metal,
the rebel, bout to let go, and jus jus jus.... Implode!
N Den Ima Ima Ima EXPLODE!
Hook x2 :
Ya aint messin with me, Aint no-one messin wit G,
I'm from NYC nigga home of BIG,
The way i see, is ur grave, RIP,
Bitch niggas its S T, Y L E,,
