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Yeah man, when I get old and shitWith my grandkids and shitI gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down with themYo guess what?I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stanceDon't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass manSame gam,e nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'Let's tear down the pretty shitBuild up the nigga shit for our kind of niggazDem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'Here's to you my nigga, we proud of ya'Let's get it goin', there you go, Billy DanzeFizzy Wo', good to see you still bangin'Thou we ain't gon' leave you hangin'I don't know what you've been saggin' onYou've been braggin' money onBut time's up, that's fucked upNigga get gone, we don't cruise on 'em when we move on 'emKeep it rugged, never smooth on 'emDrop jewels on 'em, grip tools on 'emAnd braise everyone of these Y.G.'sLetras de cancionesWannabe Mo. P's, claimin' they O.G.'sIf ya'll don't get back, you gon' get yo' ass put on chillGet a drawer filled and catch a raw dealSince money make your world go 'round, that's trueAnd money make you do the dumb shit that you doWho want two? The fuck is wrong wit'chu?How could you switch your characterAnd turn your back on your crew?Weak niggaz will fallWhack niggaz will failLive niggaz prevailYes, yes, ya'llI'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stanceDon't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass manSame game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'Let's tear down the pretty shitBuild up the nigga shit for our kind of niggazDem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya'I spit that old school shit like Lakim ShabazzThis is not a facade, it's the baby boy of Leon and Mrs. Lynette BarnardMy other half, the illest voice of hip-hop todayIt's the baby boy of Big Frank and Mrs. Hattie MayOkay, you fuckin' with the real motherfuckersOkay, live from Capitol Hill motherfuckerCrooklyn Crime town, one seven one eightHome of the one eight seven bitch, who want my John Hancock?I ain't talkin' no autograph written, fuck a autographI'm handin' out auto ass whuppin'Y'all niggaz know better than to try that ol' bullshitFrom Def Jam VendettaRun on up like [Incomprehensible] got you buffAnd get fucked the fuck on up, niggaIt's a rude boy awakeningM.O.P., Fizzy Yoski Woski, holla at me niggaI'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stanceDon't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass manSame game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'Let's tear down the pretty shitBuild up the nigga shit for our kind of niggazDem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya'Aiyyo, it's William and Womack, y'all talk about throwbacksMe and the homey go back like [Incomprehensible], niggaYeah, nigga hold that, you know we gon' promote thatCome back for the hood in the hooptie niggay'all can't control that, you niggaz is so whackYour rugged rap feels like a floozy niggaYou niggaz need to know that me and the homey run rapYou know where the show at, come shoot me niggaSalute me nigga, salute it's meBig Baby Boogie rookie from M.O.P., squeezeWhat it's gon' be, I'll stomp, you flinchThe A.K, aiy, Shareetha Lynch, I'm givin' you a hintTo get it'll take a little senseI'll come through the illest part of town when I'm bentAnd have no fear, you know she O GYou and your homies can hold theseI'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stanceDon't get it fucked up, I'm a grown ass manSame game, nuttin' changed, we gon' do it like we used ta'Fo' my niggaz that can relate, Mo. P salute ya'Let's tear down the pretty shitBuild up the nigga shit for our kind of niggazDem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta ya'Here's to you my nigga we proud of ya' From Letras Mania