Now I really dont care about

no nigga tryin to slang

and I really dont give a fuck

about no nigga tryin to Bang

cuz we got, hand times commin

down like rainy weather

we can buck N shoot em up

or we can all rize together

with the price in your eyes

the pep in our step Im tryin to

spit the message out until I reach

my last breath my physical awarness

plus my continous mind plus the Live

microphone equals righteous rhyme

so you know Im flowin like H2O

then fountain non-stop to a thirsty soul

I be like, cupid draw back my bow

point it at your mind N let my fly rhyme go

cuz I, a man born to die small speak on

till Im carried by six to my restin home

cuz Im a hoochy fader

devastader, real Busta Hater

the hommys call me "G" cuz Im

g-g-greater on the microphone

splurgin cut snakes like a surgeon

and Busta you cant fade cuz

I flow tight like a virgin



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Being raised as a "G"

it aint the easiest thang to be

Runnin - Gunnin - Ridin - Rollin

Hey-Aye Its got the best of me



As I grow you watch me come

with the smooth flow. Cause you

know Mr. P dont stop I let it go.

Now Im comin up. Cause its the thing

to do cause I brought yall on this track

you see I thought yall knew another black man

I got the master plan and Im twisted comin

back so yall can understand because its

in me Im comin deep like the sea and

Im swimmin in this mystical frame.

You see Im off express mode cause I deliver

my own and Im wishin and Im hoping I can

sit on my throne, Im all alone.

Im pushing 2 times to yall dome.

Its my brain and Im wishin you well cant

you feel that I was born I had the mission

right from the start then I carried it then

I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell

you one more time stay real and stay up

as I kick my rhymes.



Chorus