G's - Joey Trap & TOKYO’S REVENGE

And meanwhile on the Southside of town Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed 'Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs 45 in my lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep 'Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now they lookin' at me crazy But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me And if it came down to the gun, black I never cracked up on the pressure 'cause I was trained for combat So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together I represent S.A., nigga and we makin' noise forever And gettin' paid at the same time So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine 'Cause if you disrespect, you ass out And they we rollin' through yo' shit in the glasshouse Actin' bad with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on 'Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka tryin' to scrub, you fools It ain't no haps on it, hops, we snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands 'Cause you ain't fuckin' with a rookin', nigga You fuckin' with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk I got a (SK) And a (AK) And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day So recognize a real nigga from the streets When you rollin' through yo' mutherfuckin' hood What do you see? Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Hollerin' at my homie at the swisher house Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot Put my shit in park and got up under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to three Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke A nigga chillin' 'cause it's all good And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood But other niggas don't wanna see it that way But all I got to say is you don't wanna see that S.A. Because we're all upon a mission Killin' don't make us no different and dyin' don't make it no different 'Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year Than the muthafuckin' Bingos lost last year So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) Formaldehyde smokin', niggas gettin' loc'ed and Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open Scopin', hopin' for you to fuck up and slip So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me) 'Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty So I know I got to get 'em with game And when I hit 'em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang 'Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that I never give a second chance to pull the first gun 'Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one And that's the one that can close the shop So you gotta stand and hold the glock 'Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be But when you're rollin' through your muthafuckin' hood What do you see? Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood Tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's)

This a different level you heard Look Got bricks like free throw Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe Tool in my bitch purse, Home Depot Baby give me those straps you don't need those Yea I'm black and I'm Puerto Rican Said she wanna gimmie throat, now ya bitch eating They say Joey throwin' bands and never have a reason Kloud god bring hope nigga fuck a demon Bend it over she a thot bitch Young rich squad kloud gang fuck the opp shit Chinese food laumain we got chopsticks Sorry I won't ever push a broom where the mop sticks Wet 'em up, we gone wet 'em up Couple bands, on my wrist, I just wet it up Cocaine through her nose, she gon' sweat it out Think I'm married to the money, she won't lemme out Yeah my name Joey Trap hoe Niggas rocking wit me everywhere like a black coat My choppa sing hella loud like a c note Niggas looking for me can't find me Nemo Say it louder bitch I need more Made another hunnid bands still need more When it's coming to that paper Ima fiend tho Look ma no hands watch her deep throat Bitch I'm onna Keys And if you asking bout your girl that bitch is on her knees You know my music Ima do it always for the cheese So what I'm bouta do? I make her feet bleed Boop bop imma bleed the bitch Through 20 bands on the arm I AP'd the wrist He be tryina get up in my party he ain't make the list Shawty over here is bending over like the exorcist SH - Shake that laffy taffy feel like fabo on it Gangsters move in silence nina got potatoes on it Niggas iffy uh, like I got a rainbow on me She be shaking ass bust it down and bend it over Hell nah won't break me Blue strips blue print like Jay z Look alive non stop like Tay Keith New York 10 bands at Macy's This a real nigga party Sip a lot of lean or just pour up some Bacardi You can go ahead and dance, think the homegirl off a molly If you isn't turning up you not invited so I'm sorry aye Yeah my name Joey Trap hoe Niggas rocking wit me everywhere like a black coat My choppa sing hella loud like a c note Niggas looking for me can't find me nemo Say it loud bitch I need more Made another hunnid bands still need more When it's coming to that paper Ima fiend tho Look ma no hands watch her deep throat And bitch I'm onna Keys And if you asking bout your girl that bitch is on her knees You know my music Ima do it for always for the cheese So what I'm bouta do? I make her feet bleed Over Over Trap Bitch