G-Joint

Yo, I rock the **** out

I don't know 'bout everyone else

Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherf****r

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 c********r and clown,

I'll be leaving you cut

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

****** driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back

Be the only damn way

I'll be f****n' 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

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

Double R and

D-Block *****, copper and lead

Whaddup?Stay in the zone

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

Got hoodrat b*****s carryin' birds on the public transpo

****** in the hood that go out like

RamboThey hot since 138th had that [unverified]

Young Buck, dumb ****

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 onThirty on eighty-five like

Jay Barnes,

Sean PaulBeef wit

New York rappers,

I'm killin' 'em all

On my Slick

Rick s*it, y'all could lick the b***s

I been cool 'coz ****** is asthma

**** 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, *****

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

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

****** 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 *****, you could call me

J Van DamAll these so called '

Guerrillas' be tellin'

I'ma rag on these

Thoughts of a

Predicate

Felon, motherf****r

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

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

***** *****, bow your head in the presence of

G'sLoad the lead up and squeeze,

I'm a Great

Dane, ****** is fleas

F****n' rats can't wait to call cops'

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

J-Hood *****, my name rang in the ghetto'

Coz I'm O.

G. and I play the streetz like a cello