(Blaze) G's up hoe's down I don't give a fuck if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town You need to bow down, out of respect or fear I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name Unless you're looking to fight I ain't looking to battle rap, with you I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel? Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade My name keeps falling from out your mouth Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
"Damn the game's fucked up Rappers want to be actors Actors want to be thugs And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love What's up, you need a hug?"
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks And others looking for them, so they labeled wack And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop It's some fucked up shit, but it happens all the same But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
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Copy to Clipboard: (Blaze) G's up hoe's down I don't give a fuck if you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town You need to bow down, out of respect or fear I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear Hey now player, it's all right, stop speaking my name Unless you're looking to fight I ain't looking to battle rap, with you I'm looking to unload my gat, and bust a cap in you
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel? Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat Bitches nowadays, need to get sprayed Tricks ain't on the game, and the ghetto serenade My name keeps falling from out your mouth Which causes me and my homies, to pull the heaters out Find a bitch up in you, and we beat her out Put the barrel in yo' mouth, pull the trigger, and we out
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
"Damn the game's fucked up Rappers want to be actors Actors want to be thugs And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love What's up, you need a hug?"
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots The game changed, ya'll got earnings by getting shot People getting over, by sleeping with bitches on tracks And others looking for them, so they labeled wack And the media quick to jump on the nuts, of who's on top They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop It's some fucked up shit, but it happens all the same But tell me do you recall, or remember them dayz?
(Chorus) These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit Why a man turn a bitch? that shit I'll never get If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!) If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!) In the dayz of my neighborhood Do you remember what it was like when G's was real, and thug was life Sands through the hourglass, and the time change All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug
(Repeats over) You ain't thug!
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