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    "G Building" Lyrics

    M.O.P.

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    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

    I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?)
    Me bitch (who dat?)
    The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?
    I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
    'Cause when I'm spittin', I'ma split your shitit
    When I aim, yo you try to get a name
    But ain't, provin' a thang
    I'm still doin' my thang,(go head) bells they still ring (uh huh)
    Now who the lame that wan' tango with lil fame
    Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like mills lane
    (Ah!) how you like me now?
    That "kool moe p" shit, nigga, put it down
    Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud
    When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child
    Made the church people on your block want to move out
    I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out
    Why? 'cause when we in the place with the guns in our waist
    We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up
    You gotta get it, 'cause you now listen
    Dump off your body 'til your whole family die fishin'?
    The street mayor, ghetto street playa'
    Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa' ass cheek flare
    Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame
    But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with fame
    'Cause I'm a machine gun Kelley, clappa dude
    Write my name across your belly, yap a dude!
    Ain't no escapin' these streets I'm raised in
    It's so amazin', we still blazin'
    Ain't no savin' yo' ass from hell raisin
    They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement
    Wit' yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in
    So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between
    So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American (slash!) pretty boy

    First fam, ridiculous
    Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
    Them false dudes can't get wit' us
    Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
    First fam, ridiculous
    Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
    'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',
    Mashin'!

    I done figured it out (what's that?)
    They don't want us to shine (true)
    You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron
    I still got it, for when I'm facin' situations like this
    You dissin'? I'm hittin'
    Listen, is it me or the industry to understand
    I'm a whole different breed of man
    Bill danze, Brownsville, Bronx
    And I'm servin' double and single shots on the rocks, nigga (ah!)
    What! who gon' tame me
    I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me
    You can look at me strangely
    Keep yappin' at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me
    First family trainee, take what's mine
    '99 is my time to shine, that's that
    (Take it easy) fuck that, I'm ready yo
    I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio
    Fizzy wo', (suckas never played us)
    They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus
    In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place
    They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist
    Shut up! shut up! now you want to show love
    You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs
    Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it
    So I crept up, stepped up, got to it (fire!)

    First fam', ridiculous
    Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust
    Them false dudes can't get wit' us
    Hoes grillin' 'cause we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough
    First fam, ridiculous
    Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit' us
    'Cause we holdin', blastin', lowlin', blastin', strollin', trashin', rollin',
    Mashin'!
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC..
    Written by Eric Murry, Jamal Grinnage.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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