it too. Jack your feet up in the air and check your Myspace too. Now you can lean wit it, now you can drop wit it. You can switch to the other leg and
Kick you in the right spot hit you with my best shot Six o'clock meet me by the docks on the set spot Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies Cause
the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand
m watching the dialect Different from the slang of my talk Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will Boost for the spot I'
the final boarding call for flight 1259 departing from Los Angeles, final destination to St. Louis Thank you [Ice Cube] Damn G, the spot's gettin hot
, me and my mens's bout to take over with a vengeance Watch your spot cause we hot to trot See we plottin for the top spot and that's what we got Now
had my pencil, and plus my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur Writing rhymes tryin ta find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot
now they tried roll out Hopin we'd be on, back in the weight room son Think of a spot, we'd keep all day Choppin for the live spots The thug, take your
you're out there free And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC [Digital Underground] I'm in a rage Oh yeah? Yo, why is that g? Other races,
son a bitch Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G (Bizzy)
' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G
don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout setteling no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot
weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams I ain't never had no spot
fifty shots, shots four five caliber drum Got 4 spots, one for the money, one for the drugs A third spot for all of these hoes that I don't love A fourth spot
for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair Guarantee
G Daddy was a G Nothin' left for him to be But a thug Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be So he's gonna be A straight thug Mama was a G Daddy was a G
