G Till I Die feat. Young Ro

歌詞

(*talking*) Just let the music play uh yeah, just let the music play Uh we gon ride to this one, yeah uh come on (Hook) Got to be a G, till the day that I die - 4x Got to be a G, got to be a G - 2x (*scratching*) Got to be a G, till the day that I die - 4x (Yung Ro) The last of a dying breed, y'all couldn't understand it Against all odds, I'm still here still standing You ain't gotta know much, to know the streets talking Scared to approach us, cause we far from who they see often Life been good for me, and I'm still the same They see the chain, and give me strange looks about the name (Nobody) You know the game, time'll tell who remain true They felt the cool breeze, when me and Ke' slid through G'd up, Dickie unit wearing Chuck Taylor's A special scent, got my attitude like fuck haters It can't stop, fully loaded no time to rest My enemies plotting, got real thangs on my chest Grew up on freestyles, from S.U.C H-Town raised call me Nobody, cause I'm one deep Yeah a few cats rocking, but we rock steady Ke' the Don and Yung Ro daddy already, already yeah (Hook) (Lil' Keke) 1993, that's when I blazed up the scene Original S.U.C., I'm the Freestyle King Rest in Peace Pat, I'ma make 'em love it mayn DJ Screw the king, he changed up the whole game Niggaz say I'm finished, and the Don is offended I come from undergrounds, and made a million independent It's 2005, it got's to be known The Young Don is back, and I'm coming for the throne A G till I die, dominating like a veteran And ask Bank One, about the checks I'm collecting Niggaz just kepping, I'm back hungry rapping They need to get some Oscars, for the way that they acting I'm kidnapping, my own self in the booth I'm loading up my pen, then I'm shooting with the truth This H-Town baby, our music Chopped & Slowed Some G's till we die, it's the Don and Yung Ro yeah (Hook) (Yung Ro) Grew up in a place where they say most don't, but some get it And the respect is measured by, when they done with it An O.G. told me, stick to the G-Code Youngin' you too eager, tighten up on that free throw Trying to make my ghetto dreams, a reality Me and them other dudes, got a whole different mentality Y'all went wrong, putting me and Ke' in the booth The way I put it in they face, call me the proof Just bought a box of cigarillos, from the corner sto' I got my game face on, we playing dominoes They shooting dice watch out, you better catch that Six and eight running mates, so nigga bet that Bet back, cause my bet good I keep it coming And all the homies in the hood, hollin' one hundred Yung back again, with the Don Keke These boys feather weight mayn, and we G's-we G's (Hook) (*talking*) Yeah uh-huh, I like that my nigga I like that Uh-huh, shit feeling this shit here man