Artist: G. Dep Lyrics
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**** it, Get what you got to get and lets get going
Today is the day man
***** this is it
Your life and your word ain't ****, spit
This real as it get
Plus, there's no one you can trust
Love what, do it for the lust
Trust, its never to much
Got to get the money in my clutch
Case close shut
Split a ***** gut
Right through the middle like a dutch
Never did like them much, my man
Gather up the artillery
You feelin' me?
What gives, trying to live its killing me
Its all about the whips
Chicks with the hips
Running the number hole, take the chips, ya slips?
Do the dip
See time is moving quick, running out
No time for dumbing out
I got one live to live
A wife, a kid
And I still didn't get the ring or the crib
Look what I did!
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
What you gonna do?
When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knocking at your door
When they come for you
And you know, Its all over!
I'm to swift for you
Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free ***** ride
Here's my gift to you
Now you know, its all over!
You know what this is
Hughs showed you to get bizz
And what I gotta do to get big
**** believe, its all about your speed
Cars cash weed
Its all a ***** need, indeed
Seems I was the seed in greed
Born in bullshit
Guns was four-cliped
Finding my self where's nuns and poor pits
Step on streets and get to slingin
I'm about to make it hot like piss
Been hungry before but not like this
If lifes a *****
She needs to get cookin
And cause that fools to get jewels and **** tookin
Baby need milk
When I do it up I need silk
Scales on tilt
That's how a ***** built
I need my money torn like wealth on stilts
*****s **** around and get a ***** kilt
Know why, I'm the antonym of rich consimamon of poor
How could you think of winning on the floor
Your not sure, take the game and went shopping
Your not pure, took the shot for
A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss
Well I ain't got a nickle for ya miss
I'm all up in a twist
**** all the glamor and the gliss
I'ma hop and skip
Put a slammer in the mix
Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click, clack
Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"!
I want the cake
The early American china plate
The meeting out of drapes
And bottles of Alizae
So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain
Hey, smile and say
"Money made my day"
Man I'm telling you the plan
Everything's a scam
Sex cars, put the money in my hand
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