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I'm a G on these streets, the hammer gon' blow The hood fuckin' with us, but what else you need to know? I was gonna pull over, she was tellin' me to go I ain't even wanna fuck her, but what else you need to know? If my niggas lookin' for you, ain't nowhere that you can go Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know? Houses, cars, weed, a lot of dough LOX, nigga, but what else you need to know? Puff played me "The Benjamins," I thought it was wack Wrote a verse, next day I brought New York back I was cool with that LOX shit, no solo plans That's why every song you heard was just my mans I missed J-Lo, "John Blaze," a whole lot of dough I'm from Whitney Young projects, what else you need to know? Moms died from cancer, I felt like stoppin' Still a couple of rap niggas that I feel like poppin' Wasted a lot of money on the shit that I bought Back then me and 50 would've gone near fought How they still spittin' fire, it's killin' them slow 'Cause we loyal and y'all not, what else you need to know? I'm a G on these streets, the hammer gon' blow The hood fuckin' with us, but what else you need to know? I was gonna pull over, she was tellin' me to go I ain't even wanna fuck her, but what else you need to know? If my niggas lookin' for you, ain't nowhere that you can go Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know? Houses, cars, weed, a lot of dough LOX, nigga, but what else you need to know? Went and got kilos with that Bad Boy advance Me and 'Zino was cool, but I stabbed some of his mans Trick Trick homies almost cleaned my clock Them Detroit niggas crazy, but I love that Ahk Yeah, I came from the ghetto, so I like shit rough So I sorta spazzed out and threw that chair at Puff We had beef with the Roc, I was ridin' with the strap Hov, Sigel, and Free could have all got clapped But they was doin' the same 'cause shit was like that But these new niggas soft, they don't even fight back But now I sell juice, but I used to sell blow Shot niggas, stabbed niggas, but what else you need to know? I'm a G on these streets, the hammer gon' blow The hood fuckin' with us, but what else you need to know? I was gonna pull over, she was tellin' me to go I ain't even wanna fuck her, but what else you need to know? If my niggas lookin' for you, ain't nowhere that you can go Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know? Houses, cars, weed, a lot of dough LOX, nigga, but what else you need to know? Before takin' rap serious I had that work Wrote a few songs for Diddy, yeah, I got jerked Just a young kid thinkin' that life ain't fair But I was mad cool with Biggie, so I ain't care We was still sellin' blow, we ain't like Champagne After that we did the 'Let the LOX go' campaign That coulda went the wrong way, that woulda made that bad Ruff Ryders, Jimmy Iovine paid that tab Freestyles all the Clue tapes, we had that lock Still hard for us to shine, X had that slot Yeah, nigga, the streets love us, we still gettin' dough Five kids, three baby mothers, what else you need to know? I'm a G on these streets, the hammer gon' blow The hood fuckin' with us, but what else you need to know? I was gonna pull over, she was tellin' me to go I ain't even wanna fuck her, but what else you need to know? If my niggas lookin' for you, ain't nowhere that you can go Got shooters in every hood, what else you need to know? Houses, cars, weed, a lot of dough LOX, nigga, but what else you need to know?
Writer(s): David Styles, James D. Fowler, James Fowler, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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