Bun-B I'm a g Lyrics:
Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G,
Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G Nigga you
dont know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo
ass gonna see. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about
me. Im a G, Nigga you dont know about me. Im a G,
Nigga you dont know about me but yo ass gonna
learn and yo ass gonna see.

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta
dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga
38 waist. I aint small mothafucka im takin up some
space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo
face bitch im all about a crime and ready to catch
a case. i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look
around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo
and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece
duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice
loose on a curve i serve it like a tennis ball
straite up the minice yall i positon and
competition and when i fisnish yall can clear the
collin and call the corrin tell him next again we
shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a
mexican. may never plex again not like he can but
just incase he get resurected is best he
understands

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I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they
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never back it up bout the work they movin or the
paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up
the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we
aint buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up
and down towners from westside to the east we keep
the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on
summers americas most wanted. we criminal
backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take
is a salt dropper or a instagator messy
mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant
hater. im a lay it down like a baby ready to nap
cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. i
slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and
continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u
might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but
u neva cheat the king of the underground on the
rella.

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Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey
tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don
they say they got some blowin im the one them
niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best
interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit
half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz
sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the
ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they
g's i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im
still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 dont
look up at my window u dont know me gangsta
gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint i
aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's i cant
decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious
grind man i hold my city down like i anchor eyim.

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Lyrics: I'm a g, Bun-B [end]