Give The 'g' A Gat

Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat

Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac

Nik-nak paddy wack, give a G a gat

Whippin' up on that ass it's the 187 Fac

Spiggity One whippin' up on that ass look what I got that's quick to blast

Blowin' 'em up on they back as I sm-a-smash

Runnin' up and down the block with a fo'-five pistol up in my lap

And niggas be comin' up short when I cap

And I leave they ass in a zipped up sack, player

So don't be steppin' to these G's

The Faculty got me bizzack we strim that with Uzi's

So what the fuck you wanna do?

Leave your ass in a motherfuckin' coma fool

Peelin' a cap back, Red Rum Fac as I jack these niggas

Niggas put your motherfuckin' fingers on a triggers

G-Nut, (what up fool?) since your ready to blast (ha ha)

Pull out my your shit and put a cap in they ass nigga

Well it's the G-the-N-you-T, all you haters envy me

So check it, 'cause I'ma 'bout to wreck it for the ninety-fo'

Roll a couple rhyme to get my crippin' up the par

Now when I cock the hammer bro I'm shootin' for the stars

And I don't give a fuck who you be G

Cause whoever you are, it ain't no way in the world you can be me

I'm comin' from the haystack, way back where they grow, froze

Up or on the other that I wonder if the bowl knows that I ducks this

Cause I loves this, one eight seven roughness

Yeah it's the Nut bitch the nappy that you stuck with

So Din Fin is you ready to blast? (What up my nigga?)

Slip in the clip and put a slug in that ass

If I don't grab that shit and poppin' who gon' pop first?

The nigga that'll make your face burst

Or worthless I can be packed up in the first side of my hearse (comin' with dirt)

Cause I'm all alone and my clip ain't killin' the niggas that jump

I pumps two sick of his side of his chest and dumpin' him in a truck

No pistol blister fuckin' that nigga since I dump him a realer ditch

Pullin' all my glock clockin' and unload clippin' when that nigga twitch

Better wear a vest I'm aimin' at head and puttin' your ass to rest

Pump test or Mack with a bigger gat that'll penetrate your vest

Their naffy government causin' trouble when I'm bubblin'

Smokin' bomb and kickin' it with my niggas on thai but who be bubblin'

So Frank J if you ready to blast (you know the rules)

Load up your gat and bust a cap in that ass

Frankly forty-seven for the nine-fo' fuckin' him up

Recruit when I rap like that with a funky rhyme flow

And if you can't feel me then just kill me for this weak shit

Oh no, never that, oh I finna freak this

So peep this corner risin' game I finna spit

And if you still can't feel me then I might have to spit a zip

Cause niggas like me be breakin' a bitch

Rippin' and strivin' a person could of been much more worse

Per man with the man even the man they live in a hearse

Cause I would've murdered first