Hard cold G shit homie
I don't play around
Ain't shit sweet bout
The peach this Atlanta clown
Home of the dealers and the
Strippers and the clubs though
Catch you coming out that
Magic City with a snub ho
Lurking in the club
Old tourist motherf**kers
Welcome to Atlanta up
Your jewelry motherf**ker
These monkey niggas looking for
Some Luda and Jermaine
And all a n***a found was a
Ruger and some pain
Pow motherf**ker pow
Come up off the chain
Pow motherf**ker pow
One off in the brain
With money hungry wolves
And we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit
We strip her like a stripper b***h
These real ass killers
Move in silence with violence
The minute it set off be
The motherf**king wildest
How you from Atlanta
That they never speak upon
When everybody got
A sack of dope and a gun
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round
With that bullshit
n***a we ain't let that shit go
When you come here you
Better come correct
This real G shit you
Gotta show respect
Once upon a time in the projects
An OG saw a young Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand
The streets from a very young age
So you opened up the G
Code to the front page
He sat me on the porch
Said this where little dogs sit
Pointed at the yard said
That's where big dogs shit
He said don't leave
Til your ass get growed
And don't come back
Til your ass get throwed
Whatever you want is
Whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave
Em wet like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave
Make sure they wanna see you
Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G never
Let them catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan
But settle for a Pippen
Player I ain't even tripping
But I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your
Face so put your hands in the air
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
n***a we ain't let that shit go
When you come here you better come correct
This real G shit you gotta show respect
In a ninety six I'm riding
With a pistol grip banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville
I'm repping this Atlanta shit
n***a trying to handle up
Let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at them
That ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey
Blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare
Trap n***a fantasy
Record full of felonies
Searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my
Hood like Iraq Cuba Tel Aviv
Pretty n***a let him be f**k him shorty
Sucker n***a I'll never be
Don't give a f**k about it
Quick to round up on that
Audi make em get the f**k up out it
n***a better be about it
He deserve it he allow it
What's a coward to a kamikaze
He ain't robbed a man
Ain't predator or prey
The law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with
That K ain't no illusion no confusion
Better come up off that cake
And all that jewelry or you're snoozing
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
n***a we ain't let that shit go
When you come here you better come correct
This real G shit you gotta show respect
Wha-da-da-dang wha-da-da-da-da-dang
Listen to my clip before that five go bang
Bang bang guap time rep game
We the readers of the books
And the leaders of the crooks
Predators we eyeballing all of your lames
Let me fall off I'm taking all of your chains
All of your watches and all of your cars
Well who you talking to all of your all stars
All of your rappers and producers and such
No homo promo homie you might get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa 83 you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners
Then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas
But them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard
But them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make dance music this is RAP
Opposite of the sucker shit they play on TV
And you know just how it go
We ain't playing round with that bullshit
n***a we ain't let that shit go
When you come here you better come correct
This real G shit you gotta show respect
