Yeah man, I get old and shit With my and shit I tell 'em, yo' I was down with them Yo what?
I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man Same gam,e nuttin' changed, we do it like we used ta' Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'
Let's tear down the shit Build up the shit for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit ya', clap the shit outta ya' to you my nigga, we proud of ya'
Let's get it goin', there you go, Billy Fizzy Wo', good to see you bangin' Thou we ain't gon' leave you I don't know what been saggin' on You've been braggin' on
But time's up, fucked up Nigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em when we on 'em it rugged, never smooth on 'em Drop jewels on 'em, grip on 'em And braise of these Y.G.'s Mo. P's, claimin' they O.G.'s
If don't get back, you gon' get yo' ass put on chill Get a filled and catch a raw deal Since money make world go 'round, that's true And money you do the dumb shit that you do
Who want two? The is wrong wit'chu? How you switch your character And your back on your crew?
Weak niggaz will Whack niggaz fail niggaz prevail Yes, yes,
I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta' Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P ya'
Let's tear the pretty shit Build up the nigga for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the outta ya', clap the shit outta ya' Here's to you my nigga we of ya'
I spit that old shit like Lakim Shabazz is not a facade, it's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette Barnard My other half, the illest of hip-hop today It's the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. May
Okay, you fuckin' with the motherfuckers Okay, from Capitol Hill motherfucker Crooklyn town, one seven one eight Home of the one eight seven bitch, who my John Hancock?
I ain't talkin' no written, fuck a autograph I'm out auto ass whuppin' Y'all niggaz know better than to try ol' bullshit From Def Jam
Run on up like got you buff And get fucked the on up, nigga It's a boy awakening M.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, at me nigga
I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance Don't get it up, I'm a grown ass man Same game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we ta' Fo' my that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'
Let's down the pretty shit Build up the nigga for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit ya' Here's to you my nigga we of ya'
Aiyyo, it's William and Womack, y'all about throwbacks Me and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible], Yeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' that back for the hood in the hooptie nigga
Y'all can't that, you niggaz is so whack Your rugged rap feels like a floozy You need to know that me and the homey run rap You where the show at, come shoot me nigga
Salute me nigga, salute me Big Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P., it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinch The A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm you a hint
To get it'll a little sense I'll come through the illest part of town I'm bent And no fear, you know she O G You and your homies can hold
I'm a G boy, in my G boy stance get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass man Same game, nuttin' changed, we do it like we used ta' Fo' my niggaz can relate, Mo. P salute ya'
Let's tear down the shit up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz Dem niggaz that'll the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya' Here's to you my nigga we of ya'