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Telling you a tall tale of a G

Cause everybody wanna be a G - 4x

[Z-Ro]

Hearing voices of the children of the corn

The mother that has finally been warned

Cause on a Polaroid in focus

There's a picture of my first born

I got a scary crimination, so I walked up in his room

And he spoke his first words (daddy's gonna die soon)

Running through the metals, people running

When they see me coming, a mother calling to her son

That's telling me to watch my back, I'm being hunted

Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on

But then I had found, it was gonna be hard

For me to make it to the crib, cause niggas had me surrounded

Then all of a sudden, it was first and ten

Cause a nigga fell lite to the do'

Set trying to raise up out of that hoe

I step in and checking chins, broke loose with a loose tooth

I'm headed for that Cadillac, all of a sudden I felt cock

Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf, now stick in my back

Then fired one, now I made it to the car and I crunked that hoe

And I hollered you niggas won't get me

Then I backdo' the beltway back to Mo City

But there's a Regal trailing close up on my fender

But in my hand, I got the synthetic rubber death

Automatic life ender, he's in the right lane and I'm in the left

So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed

I busted a shot that broke the glass

And the car was swerving, wondering to a Bourbon

Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames

I thought it was over, till the nigga pulled up in the Nova, uh

Now I'm doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollering catch me if you can

Could not lose him its still a pursuit, chasing till we hit Ridgevan

Pulled up in the front of the crib, put the Lac in park

And I unloaded the Mac, and I'm kinda cold

Cause the favorite mask of a mama

Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back

But I ain't got time to bleed, cause I'm getting up out of the car

Trying to catch my breath, and I heard screeching tires

And a bunch of foot steps, running with these niggas coming

I'm getting ready to split some wigs, but running up out of the driveway

There's a carriage that contains my kid

I dropped my strap, and hollered I'ma save you

They fin to kill your daddy but don't worry, you can resurrect me later

I'm almost dead but to my surprised, I done visualized

That nigga done rose up out of the carriage, I seen his big brown eyes

I shed a tear running to him, thinking I could use my body

To shield him from the blast

And I heard (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) everybody crashed

Then the niggas was gone and that was that, and since I couldn't breathe

I put down my self destruct, and I passed

That god damn thang to my baby boy

But I thought to myself, I can't just go out like no fucking flame

Got re-gather my nuts, and make these hoes recognize my fucking name

I'm ready to give up the ghost, and my first mind said close your eyes

But my second mind it said over ride, the first mind and grab yo' nine

So I stood to my feet, covered in blood catch a slug

That busted my ribs, and I grabbed that damn thang

From my baby boy, and I put him back in the crib

And since aggravation had my def callade, I put up the Mac

And I passed up the nine, and I strapped on a hand grenade

Got back in the car, only reason I see is bodies stacked

Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard

The smoke started seeping up out the holes in my back

I crunked up the car, for my final ride

Wipe the blood off the locs, and put the Lac in drive

Motherfuckers better be ready to die, cause death is close

We gon go, out like G's and continue to plot on his ghost

I'm 28 plus all of my fate, hitting what do you know

Recognized the Nova, parked the car

And made my way to the do', they slamming them boulders

Jamming on Screw, and sipping on hennessey

Without any warning I kicked open the do'

And said do you remember me

They jumped up quick, I grabbed the hand grenade

And shut the fucking do', and then I felt the heat from a4-4

They hit the deck, but it really don't matter no mo'

They tried to get out, but my nigga we locked in

There was a grenade in my hand, I dropped the pin

(*talking*)

Know I'm saying, going out like G's

Because we are G's, I wanna say what's up to my G's

Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh, Dave V

My niggas on lock, Grady

You know what I'm sayin, I see that

Mike D on lock, real G's

Rest in peace to my G's

Killa Stains, A.K.A. LL, rest in peace

I see you up there balling, man hold up

Real G's, do you wanna be a G

To G or not to G for real

Fuck you fakers

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