Bring da to the streets (Y'all don't want it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da beef to the (Y'all really want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' 'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun Call me One-eyed Willy since I with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my
In all black clothes the Grim Reaper It's G.I.B. and I'm my keeper Richie Rich chop his fingers with the axe trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax
What ya think this is, huh, a story Man, I'm cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down, and quit bumpin' your gums Ain't no in the slums just bums and crumbs
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't really it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Police say G.I.B. is a But we just hooded up doin' our family Straight hang and in the city of Kang Increasin' my to an impeccable range
That you can't reach, if you I'll teach Of course I'm a on them tracks I release Whether or West, I'll envision a check That my pay, I'm a predator, hey
So where's my 'cuz it's possible for me to be poppin' today I'll rockin' the [Incomprehensible] in the home of your place Bet you won't stay Keep the chrome in your face, watch what you say, hey
da beef to the streets (Y'all really want it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da to the streets (Y'all really want it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'm [Incomprehensible] disturbin' the Money's my mission but the way I live no guarantees Just visions of casualties to municipalities Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward chose to speak on how eat
But I don't play when it to my meat The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the sheets See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the If money got a problem, him he gon' get beat
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't want it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
Bring da beef to the (Y'all don't really it) the heat with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all really want it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
I'll put you lames in the place where eternally restin' And for that player-hatin' testin', you meet the Smith and Wesson 'Cuz these bad block take no prisoners at war times Respect mine, I'll have Guerrillas kickin' in door time
deep with the artillery, impose on your spot Plenty G's, plus, a silly G, I'll get your ass in a minivan, contraband in my hand Find these buzzards, split their wig that is my plan
I don't start it but I finish it a true gun OGM and H-man, some true hell raisers From the WMPG, Northside street equipped with the heat So we can take it to the street, yo, niggas
da beef to the streets (Y'all really want it) Keep the heat me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) Betta not wit me ('Cuz our is on it)
da beef to the streets (Y'all don't really it) Keep the with me (So run up on me)
All my see (Y'all don't really it) not fuck wit me ('Cuz our is on it)