Nigga wake
up on your game
and recognize the real from the shite
Before you get caught slippin' and fucked
out your life with that hoe shit
Niggas in my hood wait for keats
and ready to kill
Any motherfucker that feels
like his nuts
is made of steel
Watch them hollow puss rip
through his chest
and watch them motherfuckers
squeal
You see a n***a in my cliché, bitch
And nothin' more than I hate than a bitch
It's a lil' snitchin', bitch
Had to load the gauge
in yo' manhood
Fucked him wrong and got his ass
caught up in the sun
With that bullshit, actin' like a hoe
He died like a hoe and cried to the pigs
And cried to me to let him live
I couldn't see it with yo' eyes, homie
But what I'm is stay the fuck
up out my face
if you don't know me
You might see a n***a
face every now and then
You might get some doubt
But that don't really mean we friends
You see I run with some real niggas
And if you ain't real hit the hill nigga
You see I'm mad at the world
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin
In these busters I be hustlin
I got a hood full of killers, guns
Tryna get they cash on
Walkin up with a ski mask on
Give me everything in your pockets
Tryna win big like the Rockets
Get my cash on then I dash on
To my neighborhood with
the thugs in jeans
Smokin weed in the back rooms
Tryna get a laxo
Niggas best to get they shit right
Ain't no fist fight, just gunplay
And niggas doin' what they gun say
Get the sugar out your
drawers when I check ya
Bitch, I'm comin' raw when I wet ya
With these 17's, quickie,
clean bullets to your chest
Place away, great,
the reaper's comin' quick
So you best pray, nigga
Gotta stay buster free,
cuz it's hard being a G
I'm busting cops from the shoulder,
yeah they getting bolder
and showing up
Niggas fall, and I don't stall
when I'm busting off
These holla shakers for you fakers
and player haters
I'm rollin' them cups
up in your chest
so niggas meet your maker
Nigga plated, got you bustas plated
so I'm rated
As a G in these streets,
I don't hang around you bustas
Cause you full of shit,
I gives a fuck about you bustas
Cause a bitch a snitch, nigga
The game I'm in,
I packed you twins so I'm all in
I hang that net up in that ass
and be back again
With that same old murder shit,
fool I pack a pistol grip also
Ready to grab my salt off and haul off
It ain't no reason when I swear,
so you know that I move the real birds,
I don't need your busters around me
You ain't finna clown me and do me
I gloss my shit with the eye open,
the lid closer
Cops peel, niggas get peeled
And feel it on the real, it's a murder
I come around and smoke to it to burn
Anita Ross, show love to turn up
I'm another motherfuckin' O .J.,
but that was gunplay though
Murder for hire with the gun show
This ain't a bunch of cappin'
Man, this shit be happenin'
on the mismit, mismit
I'm runnin' out my quarter house,
let loose my Nina Ross, my homie Lil' Salt off,
I'm tryin' to hear that bullshit,
he's bustin' two times through the
mind with the real shit
You bust a ass punk lovin' niggas,
I'm lacing up two shots up in your ear,
figure nigga
It ain't no traces, it ain't no faces,
just some cases,
in 92 when the feds chased me
They dismissed,
they had to let me make it,
I raised hell to be a G,
and forever pack my shit, man, my pistols,
busters feelin' what's up
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard bein' a chick
Liv in'
on this
muthafuckin' string
Caps get pilled with
this black cat nigga
Watch your back,
put your brains in your lap
We got me high,
thinkin' I'ma die at any time
And I'm tryin' to make my bank
multiply
with my nine millimeter
You don't wanna see a real
G from the streets,
make your punk ass bleed
Rougher than the roughest
motherfucker
that you ever saw, motherfucker, love
Ever since a kid, I was broke,
homie, crazy
Trigger finger, never lazy,
a straight killer
Have your ass pushin' up daisies, nigga
How you figure you can fuck
with this drill?
Throwin' doubt up in my drawers
with this motherfuckin'
Every day it's the same thing,
it's just me against the cops
and these jealous niggas
Got me shootin' em up in double figures,
I'm killin' everybody and
clue witnesses
Then now we get a chance
to put the rifles in my business
Checkin' your ass dead with the
street sweeper
but I don't give a fuck
cause I'm not my buster's keeper
Murder, have you ever heard of her?
S -E -U -P -I -D -F -U -C -K ass nigga,
feel me?
Kill me dead before I kill you,
17 for your crew,
a AK -47 just for use
Instead of be mobbin',
rollin' through your hood
mean nuggin'
Tryna get some grip, cause I'm thuggin'
Got to stay buster free,
cause it's hard been a G
Livin' your life up in
these motherfuckin' streets
Tryna face that real deal, holy field
Lookin' for that grip and I might kill
When I'm runnin' with my steel
Get the fuck up out my way,
you can't fade me
Niggas tryna play me,
buster ass niggas ain't shit to me
But I'm runnin', thuggin',
lookin' for that grip
Your ass better not trip, shit
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
motherfuckin' streets
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
motherfuckin' streets
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
motherfuckin' streets
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
We're living on these
motherfuckin' streets
Gotta stay buster free,
cause it's hard being a G
