ll flip your block And I got the tick and a machete for the niggas actin' petty Get to talkin' an' I'm a heat up your block If you wanna bring your boys
I Got The Tickin An' A Machete For The Niggas That Be Talkin Piety Get To Talkin An Im A Heat Up Your Block If You Wanna Bring Your Boys Better Bring
G Daddy was a G Nothin' left for him to be But a thug Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug Mama was a G Daddy was a G
Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed Thy be Thy name, Thy kingdom come All our G's would've been gone, would've been done If it wouldn't for thug holiday
city won't let me go Let me go, let me go All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But quarter ki's make G's that
do) The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too I'm DBC from the home of the G's And the VL's bustin' seventeen in ya CL K Hey, ya body
Yeah, G.I.B Get it boys I don't know what y'all about to do But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew And keep clubbin' Quit complainin' yeah dog
O.G. nigga Yeah, I know you heard about me Ask around town but your game was sloppy Ery'body that you talked to Said the real nigga, G nigga from the
oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff
of the jail house Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty-nine Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis Thank you} Damn G, the spot's gettin
through my *** I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G. War Zone motherf*** in the midst of the streets Geah, you get it and go When the boys roll past, you'
, I got ya all in my fingernails And I can leave a set of white fingerprints Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents Dead white boys spread across
But you got this attitude Actin' all hard in your zone Turnin' me on, you know I'm with it Baby, why don't we shake up spot And tell your boys that you
Flesh-n-Bone Thug humbly teachin' 'em what to be A thugsta just like me T.H.U.G.S. can come from around the world T.H.U.G.S. can either be boys or girls
play the block to the morning 'til the sun comes up Or fiends run out, hustle 'til them guns come out Or deans run out, hustle 'til them ones stack up Or boys
with the drop top Big thang, big man Spotted, your number, your name, got it Freaks out, baby mother sneaking out (Big boys in the back pull your g
diamonds inside it its so vibrant, platinum all around it when i take flight, how can i stay grounded got the 2 6 pep boys been around it shawty wanna shake the spot