wanna be g's

, yeah, nigga, yeah, one time nigga, first family, yeah, uh, this one's a banger nigga, please believe it ain't fake, yeah, let's go, all you wanna be g's, pants background, we're back now, it's the legendary send up murry, no, cock and have locked down, m.o.p. will eat on the block now, if not we'll pop rounds, every since the family came, we've maintained, a strange but a strong game, and who's first up to bat, fox, excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don't confuse me, with any other chick, this is not my thing, i was kinda pushed by billy and fame, ya'll know my work, i punch big bouncers in they faces, put grimy little bitches in they places, my dogs is the aces, me renegade queen of spades, this m.o.p. shit will never fade, be afraid, i did it again, she ain't gotta know how to fight, she know how to win, you know what, ya'll niggaz pretend like thugs, i know how to send, i know how to defend my love, look ya'll wanna run, go head and run, and, ya'll know what, ya'll niggaz ain't ready for this shit, fox, try to remember danze doin the unthinkable, we unsinkable, outta the ordinary, for cats that grip gats and sell back commisary, the street's still lovin me, but see the ode, still buggin me, cause i'm still price thuggery, fuck with me if you wanna, i'm not reponsible for my actions, when i'm backed into a corner, my love's up the hill, my heart's in the ville, i'll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner bill, i'm actually a nice guy, you see how i get down to, i can be a little bit destructive when i want to, it's the, always, all day, these m.o.p. cats, back on the block to play, you might wanna duck that little play thing, no it's just a flame, you love it when we runnin where your playin, nigga, you ungrateful bastards, how many niggaz gotta fall off, before you realize that we all we got, it's the m.o.pizzo, where ya bo dizzo, if it's yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo, givin it up to biggie smalls, last king of new york, they underground but they all crack with new york, real g's, royalties of new york, so niggaz get robbed in they own pj's for bling bling in new york, look ya'll niggaz better recognize, we still live for the n, yes for your exercise, and break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump, better chill with the propaganda before i just start your throne, i'm like a pitbull trained and programmed to kill, out on the prowl, cat huntin motherfucker so stop frontin, yo big fox tell 'em, and if you don't know, then your ass gonna learn, nigga, oh oh, nigga, fuck what?, what the fuck did you just put on, crack-o!, yeah, crack-o, m, dot, o, dot, p dot, i will fuck you up nigga, yea