G-Shit

Yeah (what's happenin'?) Trill Entertainment, Young Savage I'm all the way gangsta (all the way) I heard they wanted G-shit (come on) (they what G-shit) Well, I'ma G it to you nigga (you want G-shit, you want G-shit?) Come on (you want G-shit?) (Look) Tell me what you know about me W-E-B-B-I E AKA Trill-E-N-T Young S-A-V-A-G-E, nigga In the streets that where I be that's where I'm at 'cause That's where I was way before the fuckin' rap 'cause Tryin' law cap, get yo' ass capped 'cause Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz I pack gatz like them old school beepaz Bitch, you got that work but you workin' them people, yeah Talkin' shit like a hoe about me, huh? So, like a man I'ma murk you when I see ya Catch yo' bitch on that cell phone shoot up her Nokia You ain't stupid you got ears bitch you know I'm for real Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel Slice yo' ass all the way down from yo' brain to yo' ear You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) I'm about business nigga an' in the kitchen, nigga Got long bread, I can hit you from long distance, nigga I'ma bad bitch getta, a picky picky, nigga Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties, nigga I'ma untamed gorilla cut-throat muthafucka Threw my 18 years I done pulled all types of hustles You don't wanna start nothing 'cause the whole boot comin' Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder, nigga, I ain't seen nothing Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own Before I get in another nigga shit, I'ma find my own Yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones Ain't no sense in wearing vestes 'cause those bullets catch domes But'cha know my vest I never leave without that Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest We want that real gangsta shit, that's what the real niggas stress Put the savage in the mic and it's a bet, fo' real You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at (put me on the block) I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects (projects) Don't sell weed 'cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack (yeah, I got it) Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free, bitch, I buy 'Lacs I got stacks 'cause I'm all about cake Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face Keep a muthafucka K, keep more than one clip I'ma muthafuckin' playa, I keep more than one bitch The real deal, so they steal my shit It's all trill, real rappers don't stop with these hits It comes to real, I'm the realest, I'm the trill familylidist You want gangsta shit so that's how you gon' get it, you heard me? You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) You want G-shit? (G-shit) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya) Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)