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Too Short - G-2000 lyrics
What y'all know about this shit man, okay Yeah (niggaz desperate to be) nationwide baby (But don't really know what it means to be) A new millenium (a real true G) Niggaz say, there's gotta be a whole different crew on the set (Gangsters live and gangsters ride) Just to rearrange the whole game (it's hard to survive, either do or die) And that's what my niggaz is doin (in this gangster life) That's what we doin, come check us out, yo [Verse One] Us young niggaz came up with nothin but hopes and dreams Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin A new invention to this dope game, I'm slangin CD's instead of cocaine, meanwhile takin it in and gainin mo' game My background descended from the hustlers and pimps True redemption for you niggaz, I blew up like the blimp Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews My momma told me never follow fools [Verse Two] On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin like track meets Tax freak, class G, servin up them crack trees Joe Rizza, rhyme blizza, from the streets 'til I take my roll I take control, bank fold, ain't never gon' sell my soul I stay committed, when shit go down in my town they say I did it I gots ta get it, and when yo' stash look touched you know I hit it You won't admit it, we bring it hella from that Detroit city Nitty gritty, kick so much ass it gets my gators shitty [Chorus: singer] Niggaz desperate to be But don't really know what it means to be A real true G Gangsters live and gangsters ride It's hard to survive, either do or die In this gangster li-iiiiiiiife [Verse Three] Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I'm talkin I'm bustin Dumpin bullets in my foes, trigger pullin on you hoes Born with the soul of a soldier; you don't even know what it means to be a G well fuck with me and I'ma show ya The definition, of a killer nigga, get that nigga Bring him to me but don't kill him, let me deal with him Cause I'ma peel him with my scalp, wodie shoulda kept his mouth closed Now it's gonna scream high notes, like some altos [Verse Four] My nigga the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash niggaz to pieces Slash the anger from my gun crucify you bitches like Jesus Squash beef, respect those when my niggaz roll through You claimin a side I'm claimin trues when you make yo' move I make my move Showtime fool, as I think about how you chin checked Any minute they drop like two bitches beggin to get wet Have some respect, cause on my team, a nigga marine Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no love to all these hoe fiends [Verse Five] 360 degrees fool! Shit, I burn like a Pyrex So which one of you motherfuckers wanna step up, and die next? Appetite for mutilation, gangster 2000 An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin We roll like Dayton, wires, we keep yo' block on fire Not Juvenile, but I crush empires, fuckin with me I hurt you, like a Jamaican {?} My bitch get evil like {?} a nigga murder mad [Chorus] [Female singer:] Gangster [8x] To all the true gangsters Gangster [8x] To all my true gangsters. |
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