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(feat. Carl Thomas) (God Bless My Soul) [x4] Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going Today is the day man Nigga this is it Your life and your word aint shit, spit this real as it get plus, theres no one you can trust love what, do it for the lust trust, its never to much got to get the money in my clutch case close shut split a nigga gut right through the middle like a dutch never did like them much, my man gather up the artilery you feelin' me? what gives, tryin to live its killin me its all about the whips chicks with the hips runnin the number hole, take the chips, ya slips? do the dip see time is movin quick, runnin' out no time for dumbin out Letras de cancionesI got one live to live a wife, a kid and I still didnt get the ring or the crib look what I did! [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride heres my gift to you now you know, its all over! [gun click] you know what this is (gun blast) hughs showed you to get bizz and what I gotta do to get big Dick believe, its all about your speed cars cash weed its all a nigga need, indeed seems I was the seed in greed born in bullshit guns was four-cliped finding my self wheres nuns and poor pits bring it step on streets and get to slingin im about to make it hot like piss been hungry before but not like this if lifes a bitch she needs to get cookin and cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin baby need milk when I do it up I need silk scales on tilt thats how a nigga built I need my money torn like wealth on stilts niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride heres my gift to you now you know, its all over! know why, im the antonim of rich consimamon of poor how could you think of winnin on the floor your not sure, take the game and went shopin your not pure, took the shot for a penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss well I aint got a nickle for ya miss im all up in a twist fuck all the glamer and the gliss Ima' hop and skip put a slammer in the mix till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click...Clack [gun click] causing you to yelp "GET BACK"! I want the cake the early american china plate the meetin out of drapes and bottles of Alizae so I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain hey, smile and say "money made my day" man Im tellin you the plan everythings a scam sex cars, put the money in my hand [chorus, Carl Thomas] Whatcha' gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knockin at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride heres my gift to you now you know, its all over! From Letras Mania