Each sec it's like I live
The life of a killa when I got the MIC goin' to NYC
Gotta beat everyone in this game
Without standin' on stage an' endin'
Up in a bout, a stupid ass fight where
The muthafuckin' competitors
Always get beaten by me w/ coors light runnin'
Always eatin' then runnin'
Sometimes I feel like gunnin'
I got the mind of a gangster
I ain't know P- ster, ain't no P- thug
Cuz I don't bug peoples 'till they
Start buggin' me an' seein' what the fuck I'm made of
Age sixteen bein' handcuffed
By the P.IG.s messin' with the wrong B.BG.
I ne'er smoked no bong
I ne'er bootlegged offf of anyone's song
I jus' got the G- rappin' mentality and had to became a fuckin' thug
Cuz peoples always buggin'
Havin' found my coherent identity
At age sixteen havin' seen a lot of shit
On the streets where my beats roll
Brains blow into bits durin' the night
I neeed money only to eat, to gain
I love my chicks who give
I may be not tall, but small
W/ a 10" dick
W/ a G- ridin' Benz
W/ my rocks to send
I'll jus' be a peddler, a seller
Cuz I ain't no fooler
BAM!
Y you alwayz frontin' G
U'll soon realize u actin' an' thinkin' u r cooler
Tryin' to be me, man
See I ain't dumb enough
To cough up my lungs and brain of a G alwayz
I use whuts left an' do shit that'll
Make yo eyes roll out of your sockets
When things get out of hand
Peoples say I'm out of my ppocket
I don't care cuz the fuckin' underworld
Ain't fair so suck it up
Alwayz tryin' to be me, man
G- chains hangin' from your neck
Smokin' cigarettes or guns on the streets ain't cool
That ain't you from birth
Listenin' to my ghetto beats an' rhymes
All the time wantin' to stay out of old school
Du- rags, gutter hats, G- style
Won't fly out to become even
An' betta than me.
I was lucky to get the M.I.C. in my hand an' become an M.C.
U might ne'er get this much fuckin' luck.
U could be caught, u could be raped, u could be shot BAM!
Where's there to duck or hide?
I got into jail an' out by myself
Fuck yourself if you don't respect this cousin
I've been sinnin' it seems like since I was born
People made me this way today
I ne'er been fuckin' beaten on the outside
Ne'er been - jus' still not likin' the P.I. G.s still
Now I'm out, now I'm done, now, I've fuckin' flown, G- baby- come w/ me!