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Show A G All Out

And we aint bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a

up True T-H-U-G's and we come to kill you, kill you, kill you I think they might be scared to let me shine 'Cause I'm a righteous playa, I'm a righteous

do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I'm at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide

wall in the VIP The age don't mean a thing I ain't G Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. (Chorus) Come

a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean is I go off like a champ, when I cling

garage His lifestyle is just a little mirage He the type of cat that never had a menage Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you

under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence

in Buffalo Real G's makin her back swell Only givin head to those niggaz who rapped well Owned a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints Rumors spread, half a G

kinda music the pretty women gon' like A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes A round cinibun head under them clothes I know you wanna go and smoke out Stay up all