only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O For the millionth time
will turn up man*, to see who can be me Better than me it's a permanent, smile on my face Because you said you don't like my style but that's ok just
N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah That
: [Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon
F.M. All you fake G's, I H/ate you like pastries You need to get your own and stop tryin to be J/Jay-Zs You livin O.K, puffin your L's in your limo But
: (feat. Timbaland) [Intro] [strached "Obie"] [Chorus - Timbaland] He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll and get to know
, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first shall be last I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper G-O-D S-O-N, they'll be none after
safety, dudes won't face me Both of them hoes like, Cagney & Lacey And N.O.R.E. (YEP!!) I'm respected in the projects Filled out my O.G. card, it's in
that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead (Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my
styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G
: (feat. Lil' Kim) [Intro - T.I. talking] As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again T.I.P. shawty Hey yo, this for all my homegirls
: [feat. Styles P., Termanology, Q-Tip] [Intro: Styles P - talking] [echo] Yeah, SP, Ghost Phantom Statik Selektah Stop, look and listen boys [Verse
blunts in an upright position And please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop. Thanks for flying the friendly skies with your friendly captain Snoop D-O-double-G
G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?! Chorus: repeat 4X [KRS] Watch out! We run New York Yeah Verse Two: Hurricane G (Hurricane G hit em one time) From the
with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please Get down on your motherfuckin' knees We came to get the motherfuckin' G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G
: {Intro:} {Snoop} Yeah man, this shit here gonna be bigger than the O.J. case {Tray Deee} What? {Snoop} His dick {laughter} {Tray Deee} Another blast
m the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the
call 'em: "Wesley"! (yeah!) Girl be quiet, please don't test me! (why-yy?) Cause Willy I. Lee O.S. crig like nasty. (naa-aaahhhh!) {G-UNIT! } [Chorus