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