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Get money nigga. Yeah aw yeah.
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every muthafuckin' morning
and put they work down.
I see you I see you boy.

Verse 1

I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
li'l bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
get my skinny li'l ass kicked
Niggas laughed 'til the first muthafucka got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
and now they covering the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O fuck them hoes
Gotta 45 screamin' out survival
Hey nigga can I lay low
cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen
I'm hittin' fences
cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
Tell mama don't cry cause even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a real G

I'm gettin' money (4x)

Verse 2

Still on parole and I'm the first nigga
servin' postin' liquor on the curb
for my homies that deserve it
If I wanna make a million
gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way
I think today I make a killing
Dressed down like I'm dirty
but only on the block just a clever disguise
to keep ya runnin' from the cops
Gettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends
In a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip I let my music buck
drinking liquor and I'm looking for a bitch to fuck
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
try to fuck my girl she gettin' paid today
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
cause they can never take the game from a young G.


Verse 3

Damned if I don't and damned if a nigga do
now watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too
Craaze out and don't let them see ya cry
dry ya eyes young nigga time to Do or Die
I pack a pistol in my pocket
ready on my Glock
ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit
I done seen a muthafucka peep pain
at point blank range cause he slept on the game
ain't a damn thing changed
They checking the time
snap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe
Cause ain't no telling what ya might roll
you might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
You better live ya life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol
muthafucka better pull it
And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G.

Chorus 'til end

Přidal: Avril dne 21. 06. 2005 v 17:32.
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