G-Shit

Artist：tony yayoSongs Title：g-shitYeah, yeah （c＇mon!）These rich sluts love me like I＇m Morris ChestnuttThey hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link upMy wrist is blinged up, canary and blueFor them project chicks, that be actin newI got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a monthBlowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the bluntCatch a stunt in the drop LamboMy P.O. think he Rambo, but I＇m still holdin on that ammoEverybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapesDirtball niggaz, can＇t even pee straightMy mansion shit, moved in the West wingYou broke-ass niggaz couldn＇t buy a chicken wingStop it money, I＇m out for the profit moneyAnd that advance that you got, be my pocket moneyYeah my transporter＇s cute but got a real flat chestPut a brick in her bra she a 36 FYou got diesel on your strip, that＇s that G shitG-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nitYou got your bitch movin bricks, that＇s that G shitG-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nitYou takin out of town trips, that＇s that G shitG-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nitYou catchin fishscale flips, that＇s that G shitG-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nitI was slingin, on the cornerSeen this fiend I, ran up on herShe was lookin, kinda hungrySo I gave her, five 20＇sWhen she handed, me the moneyMan the money was markedHere come the NARC＇s, do doo dooDuckin the D＇s, runnin the P＇sTossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they kneesYo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 DwarvesI got what you need homey hard or softMan, I drop bombs like HiroshimaI got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonitaTask force got me hemmed up, facin the wallCause I＇m up in the mornin slingin wake-up callsDimes and 20＇s, don＇t you know, time is moneyI done slept in spots straight supplyin junkiesWhat＇chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scalesMy hood＇s a goldmine but it＇s hot as hellThere＇s money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from JakeAnd got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gateListen I been had the fishscale, and the white butterSince Heavy D was known as the ＂Overweight Lover＂ （believe me!）Sling that D, sling that cokeSling that meth, ＇til your spot is hot deathYo D＇s kicked my door for the search and seizureMy moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizureI got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux＇ersA mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushesThis is drug dealer rap, a mean 16I＇m Tony Yayo, I＇m a hustler＇s dream