G' S**t - T.I./Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/WatchTheDuck

Ni**a bing a rich ni**a like i don't know ha

I can change if i wanna but i won't though

Steer right even when i'm on the wrong road

Real talk from the heart what i'm known for

Skinny jeans i don't do those

I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for

Fully automatic chopper you could shoot though

Now i'm movin' five mil' when i shoot dough

Audemar audemar hublot hublot

One point five on the two-do'

Old hustle new flow

Old money new ho

Suckers prayin' i'm a chill but i'm too cold

Long as i'm around f**k they need you for

Ridin' in the chevy totin' three bricks

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em

If you don't know me let me tell you somethin' shawty

Still got them choppers make you run from it

Camouflage camouflage dog tag dog tag

Got 'em followin' when you see me better haul a**

Keep it g at all costs what you call that hey

Crack rock hip hop i done all that

Certified trap ni**a sucker fall back

A broke ni**a he may entertain all that

All left field keep it true ni**a

Save the flash in the dance for a new ni**a

Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice

Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice

How i see it if you ain't down to die about it

Don't write my time slime why the f**k we talking about it

Still ridin' in the chevy totin' three bricks

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em

Now what the f**k is an ounce we smokin' bout an lb

We don't even do the nine sell it by the whole ki

And i'm a take this sh*t to trial they got nothin' on me

They be on the champagne b**ch i'm 'bout to od

I got a bag full of birds and motherf**kers gettin' robbed

Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault

Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things

Young ni**a hit the club with the twenty unchanged

When jay was beefin' with nas i was sellin' coc*ine

When game was beefin' with 50 i was doin' the same thing

I was at the hospital ni**a meechy got shot

F**k you niggas talking 'bout i love that ni**a like pac

This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

They want g sh*t give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em