G Building Lyrics by M.o.p.Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh[lil fame] Im back and Im stuck up in this bitch [who dat? ] Me bitch [who dat? ] The brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch? Im known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic Cuz when Im spittin, ima split your shitit When I aim, yo you try to get a name But aint, provin a thang Im 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 Ill break yo ass up like mills lane [aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!] 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 wanna move out I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out Why? cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist We dont say put your hands up, niggas stand up You gotta get it, cuz 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, dont fuck with fame Cuz Im a machine gun kelley, clappa dude Write my name across your belly, drdrdrdrdrdrdrdr yap a dude! Aint no escapin these streets Im raised in Its so amazin, we still blazin Aint 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, ima cut yo ass down if you walk in between So listen up and hear me boy, Im the american [slash!] pretty boy Hook: First fam, ridiculous Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust Them false dudes cant get wit us Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough First fam, ridiculous Fools try to move but them fools cant get wit us Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin, Mashin!! [billy danze] I done figured it out [whats that? ] They dont want us to shine [true] You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron I still got it, for when Im facin situations like this You dissin? Im hittin Listen, is it me or the industry to understand Im a whole different breed of man Bill danze, brownsville, bronx And Im servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [aaaaaaahhh!!] What! who gon tame me Im a back block nigga and cant, nobody change me You can look at me strangely Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, dont blame me First family trainee, take whats mine 99 is my time to shine, thats that [take it easy] fuck that, Im ready yo I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio Fizzy wo, [suckas never played us] They cant fade us, they hate us, they anus In fact when you touch em face to face, they stay in they place They know Im slayed up from the right side left five in one fist Shutup! shutup! now you wanna show love You hear the soft music in the background its your brain on slugs Now, its a dirty job but somebody gotta do it So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [fire!!] Hook PUT THESE LYRICS ON YOUR BLOG OR MYSPACE PROFILE! Copy this code and paste it in your website.
This is what it will look like. Neat, eh? M.o.p. - G Building Lyrics
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