My n*ggas (GMG) lyrics

[Intro]
That's right baby, DJ Suss One [?]
I'm here with my n*gga Uncle Murda
Shout out to the whole east New York
Shout out to the whole GMG
Summertime Shootouts, let's go!

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
[x2]My n*ggas will shoot you
My n*ggas will rob you
My n*ggas will cut you
You know how my squad do
My n*ggas is loco, my n*ggas is grimy
GMG we're [?] on your wifey.[x2]

Son I got a dope spot, and I got a crack spot
Ever since [?] I've been letting my gat pop
So you wanna be a gangsta? son I got the recipe
You can't roll with me, if you ain't got no felonies
This is for them bloods and the crips who gettin' money
All you broke gang members stay f*ck away from me
I ain't about that beef sh*t if it about no bread
Before I f*ck a groupie they gotta give me head
They be on they knees tellin' me how much they like me
You used to be a stripper, oh you can't be my wifey
I be tellin' [?] that they the best
So they can put the order to it when we havin' sex
When I'm in the hood you know the hammers on deck
50 side macs, 32 side tecs
Give me [?], n*ggas can't roll with us if they only got misdemeanors
[x2]My n*ggas will shoot you
My n*ggas will rob you
My n*ggas will cut you
You know how my squad do
My n*ggas is loco, my n*ggas is grimy
GMG we're [?] on your wifey.[x2]

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