We G’s lyrics

[Verse:1] (Fat Tone)

Messy marv(Messy Marv), Yukmouth(Yukmouth), Rich the Factor(Rich The Factor), Yeah Ok Who am I? Imma Vett. I be running n*ggas off of they set, they can't f*ck with a Vett. I hear get down I reach and start busting my Tech. Imma G from Fifty First street loc, im trynna warn you folks that at the jump then your mama get smoked. Your daddy get choked, ya kids get smacked in the face. And your dogs get popped when im ramsacking a place, im f*cking with killas my n*ggas be so damn sick. Its like every other day they dump they whole damn clip. Or off ya man if you dont come off with bread, cut off his hands.The outcome is off the head, imma savage with this sh*t for real. Ask Mess well kill, talk sh*t catch Three to the grill. Chuck Littlejohn running sh*t down, im up in random towns and bust shots with submachine gun rounds. Im holding it down, its Fifty First street to the Ten. We down to the end im knockin off n*ggas for twins

[Hook:X2] (Fat Tone)

We G's uhuh and vetts (and Vetts) we G's. Best believe that the techs will spill(we G's). So if you snitch then your mama get killed( ya mama get killed) we G's little boy for real Ok uhuh

[Verse:2] (Messy Marv)

Steady on mine Cutthoat, it's Young Mess loc. If you want it Twelve Five for the dope,thats out in Cali on Fifty First its twenty three for the coke. We keep it G n*gga dont get smoked, off top young killa mane. Filmore drug dealer mane this Mobb sh*t dont get realer mane. We keep It crackin like the first of the month all the way to the six, busting down all the dimes from brick. Believe me cuz its all on the b*tch, from the Ice to the whip. Young n*gga stay sliced and dipped, in butter. I got sh*t locked off In the gutta, Ill c*ck this wet on your sister and little brother. You dig that, I dumb out and push your wig back. I Play with modafied sh*t you can put that Sig back.Plus Fat Tone know where your kids at,on the one them West Coast Mafia n*ggas did that

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[Verse:3] (Yukmouth)

They heard your blowing up like nitro, now they wanna stick there knife through my wind pipe slow.But why you bring a knife to a gun fight fo S.K rifle lets play survival. Put a slug through ya spinal, paralyze you f*cks have you open up more blood than a rhino. And jump back your idol (yeah) I know, you know, your crew know groups break up just like munudo.its the usual money makes n*ggas change (NewJack) different brain ever since I came sh*t ain't been the same. n*ggas back stabbing, bad mouthing,pillow talking they b*tches they hating on my riches get these pistols sparking. Yall all marks and bustas, mama told me not trust ya but I loved ya like my brotha phony motherf*cka.I can't hug ya imma bust ya sh*t and f*ck friends ya can suck my di*k ya punk b*tch

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[Verse:4] (Rich The Factor)

Imma G like Ten hunnads, a Vett with rims on it. Its me from the Ten hommie so bring a pen. Holding down this independent rap sh*t like a project, I chase paper like G's over a fine b*tch. Me and my squad hit town with cakes and pounds and if your cheese ain't chedder we spitting them rounds.With rush borda holla yo get In the cobra,Mustang on twumps straight bendin corners.put my soldiers for my family dropping off care. Yuk and Mess out the west we got me and Tone.Youll get honey where the money is worth it and if I can't catch ya then the hommies will torch ya


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