PRODEJE:
Playin` like a gangsta, you wanna be a G
I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P?
I tell you how it`s on if you recognize the real
You ain`t the only brother out there fiendin for the kill
Playin` like a gangsta, you niggas better see
I represent my Loc and you represent yo` G
Cause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dust
And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust
Now you can be my Cuz, homie, I can be yo` Blood
But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love
They wonder if it`s Crip but does it matter where I G?
I`m sick of doin` shows for niggas lookin` mad at me
I represent the small percent of real niggas
Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers
Now get directly at me, I`m not trippin` on the fame
I`m talkin` to my niggas playin` in this G`s game
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You playin` in the G`s game
And homie, it`s hard to maintain
If you slip in the hood it`s never all good
Cause you can get smoked in the hood
You playin` in the G`s game
And homie, it`s hard to maintain
If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G
It`s all to the G
HAVIKK THE RHYME SON:
Now recognize, open yo` eyes as I hit the switch dippin`
Sippin` on that St. in the cut reminiscin`
Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish
You wanna be a G, but you ain`t even ready yet
Went to high school, dropped out, you couldn`t handle it
Hangin` with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous
Got it in yo` mind that you gots to pack the .44
Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo
On the run daily, now you`re livin` foul
Mom`s cryin` nightly, so she throwin` in the towel
I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don`t have bites
So it made a brother realize
I can be a G rockin shows
Clockin, stackin` ends, droppin` tracks in studio
Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools wanna maddog, loc
When I`m dippin` on `em hundred spokes
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PRODEJE:
Now back up in the days
They used to settle beef just from the shoulder
But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor
It`s mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up
The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up
And all the bustas sweatin` Prodeje because I`m clockin`
I used to buck a fool, say fuck a fool, but now I`m rockin`
The other dialect to put my G into perspective
And all that`s bound to scare should come to get their ass collected
HAVIKK THE RHYME SON:
And now you on the run, you caught a case
You wanna get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face
Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G
And if you slip, yo` enemies are gonna bust, G
And if you make it home, you`re lucky
Cause ghetto warfare is leavin` niggas` minds twisted like Chuckie
Rhyme Son say it`s crucial, black G`z need to wake up then
And recognize the fuckin` games that you play with me
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