1.Being Raised
Now I really dont care about
no nigga tryin to slang
and I really dont give a fuck
about no nigga tryin to Bang
cuz we got, hand times commin
down like rainy weather
we can buck N shoot em up
or we can all rize together
with the price in your eyes
the pep in our step Im tryin to
spit the message out until I reach
my last breath my physical awarness
plus my continous mind plus the Live
microphone equals righteous rhyme
so you know Im flowin like H2O
then fountain non-stop to a thirsty soul
I be like, cupid draw back my bow
point it at your mind N let my fly rhyme go
cuz I, a man born to die small speak on
till Im carried by six to my restin home
cuz Im a hoochy fader
devastader, real Busta Hater
the hommys call me ＂G＂ cuz Im
g-g-greater on the microphone
splurgin cut snakes like a surgeon
and Busta you cant fade cuz
I flow tight like a virgin
Chorus：
Being raised as a ＂G＂
it aint the easiest thang to be
Runnin - Gunnin - Ridin - Rollin
Hey-Aye Its got the best of me
As I grow you watch me come
with the smooth flow. Cause you
know Mr. P dont stop I let it go.
Now Im comin up. Cause its the thing
to do cause I brought yall on this track
you see I thought yall knew another black man
I got the master plan and Im twisted comin
back so yall can understand because its
in me Im comin deep like the sea and
Im swimmin in this mystical frame.
You see Im off express mode cause I deliver
my own and Im wishin and Im hoping I can
sit on my throne, Im all alone.
Im pushing 2 times to yall dome.
Its my brain and Im wishin you well cant
you feel that I was born I had the mission
right from the start then I carried it then
I burried it so listen up cause I got to tell
you one more time stay real and stay up
as I kick my rhymes.
Chorus
2.So Strung Out
Now Im all alone, sittin in my room in a corner
starring at the wall and Im wishin I was on a
mission but Im fishion in an empty bowl
cocain got my brain and Im sweatin cause Im ice cold
hold on for a minute whats that sound
raise up to my feet paranoid lookin all around
up down on the ground is it reality
damn I always feel like somebodys watchin me
now let me find another plan lookin for a plot
lookin for the man with the sack to get got
shot lay him down cause it dont be makin me none
cocain on my brain and I gotta get me some - !!
Chorus：
Im so strung out and now I dont know what to do
should I just take my life away
dear god or will you pull me trough？
Im so strung out some how my life
has gone astray
so as I lay me down to sleep
please lord now take my soul away!
ohh ohhho ohhho ／ ohh ohhho ohhho
Another mystery sittin in anoter room
at twelve noon I hope that someting
happen soon Im crawlin still burning
my knee at 45 degrees
Im saying please let it be somethig
in a form of a rock I cant stop
cause the spot getting hot tick tock
I see the devil clear in my past it cant last
because Im running out of cash
a stash I remember from december
my mind gone blank and it could have
been november now as I feel myself blink
I look at the world one time and then I think
Chorus
Im so strung out, I dont know what to do
should I take my life away dear God
or will you pull me trough, will you pull me trough
Im so strung out, Im so strung out
I know that you now that you
living real trife
so lay down that pipe and think
pick back up your life
just take it away
please god just take
it away wont you
just give another day to me
Chorus
3.Summertime
The first nigga to slips the first
nigga Im trip on
get my flip on lay em down N
get my dip on out the back door
see my Benzo Im in it
Im out to win it pull a jack in a minute
got dem Hoochys gettin freaky in the
backroom cuz on the microphone Im
funky like the bathroom
its just a new generation of invicible ＂G＂s
we got mics N gatz N nutz
hangin to our knees at ease nigga freeze
If you step into my area I carry a strong
mind flo till Im blind
its summertime feel me rhyme
lookin for a dime need to get my head
right now watch me flo so tight
Its party time and the sun has got me goin wild
I loose my mind all these Hunnys running all around
we ridin deep on da creep better not catch you sleep
CBK we bringin drama over dem Bumpin Beats
so throw your hands up ridin in the cut
no you cant get too much runnin with C-BLOCK
and if wontt stop till we POP cuz we dropin dem cuz
Chorus：
Its summertime aint nothing
but my crew and me
having fun and
trippin on dem wanna be
now that my head is right
Im ready for tonight
you cant stop us and
nothins gonna get in our way
Repeat Chorus
Another day in the mid of the summer
niggas watch me coming as I hit the corner
I jump up, I step up, I bring it up
I listen come with word is born
Its the mister lookin real hard the catch
my sister now where they at as I grip
the sack so step back trippin how I break
the back now just to set it off as I know
behaviour you catch the track on time you know
the flavour its the saviour I gave you room
to breathe listen then stop and letem freeze
Im commin phat its Goldie blowin on dis track
we cutz no slack cuz C-B-K has got my back
Its Mr. P comin from the east niggas
cant set speakin on dem bumpin beats
Now watch Red Dogg cuz hes my hog
straight from dem Cali-sreetz
so throw your hands up ridin in the cut
no you cant get too much
runnin with C-Block and it dont stop
til we pop cuz we droppin dem cuz
Chorus
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