Wanna Be G's

— w/ variations
(*singing of «Oh», repeated in background of Intro*)
Yeah, nigga
(*laughing*), yeah
One time nigga, First Family
Yeah, uh
This one’s a banger nigga
Please believe it ain’t fake
Yeah, let’s go
All you wanna be G’s, pants background
We’re back now, it’s the legendary send up Murry
No, cock and have locked down
M.O.P. will eat on the block now
If not we’ll pop rounds
Every since the family came, we’ve maintained
A strange but a strong game
And who’s first up to bat, Fox
Excuse me, you might not wanna get it twisted don’t confuse me
With any other chick (CHICK), this is not my thing (THING)
I was kinda pushed by Billy and Fame
Ya’ll know my work, I punch big bouncers in they faces
Put grimy little bitches in they places
My dogs is the aces, me renegade Queen of Spades
This M.O.P. shit will never fade, be afraid
(Billy Danze: Slow down Fox, your killin 'em)
I did it again
She ain’t gotta know how to fight, she know how to win
You know what (what?), ya’ll niggas pretend like thugs
I know how to send, I know how to defend my love
Look ya’ll wanna run (run), go head and run (clear)
(Not in our house), (send) (not about black) and
Ya’ll know what, ya’ll niggas ain’t ready for this shit
(nigga), Fox (Fox)
Try to remember Danze (Danze) doin the unthinkable
(FIRST FAMILY), we unsinkable
(M.O.P.), outta the ordinary
For cats that grip gats and sell back commisary
The street’s still lovin me
But see the ode, still buggin me
Cause I’m still Price Thuggery
Fuck with me if you wanna
I’m not reponsible for my actions, when I’m backed into a corner
My love’s up the hill, my heart’s in the Ville
I’ll forever beat you with a bat, you a partner Bill
I’m actually a nice guy, you see how I get down to
I can be a little bit destructive when I want to
It’s the (WARRIORZ), always, all day
These M.O.P. cats, back on the block to play
You might wanna duck that little play thing, no it’s just a flame
You love it when we runnin where your playin, nigga
You ungrateful bastards
How many niggas gotta fall off
Before you realize that we all we got
It’s the M.O.Pizzo, where ya bo dizzo
If it’s yellow rizzo, clijay, fizzy mo mizzo
Givin it up to Biggie Smalls, last king of New York
They underground but they all crack with New York
Real G’s, royalties of New York
So niggas get robbed in they own PJ’s for bling bling in New York
Look ya’ll (ya'll) niggas (niggas) better recognize
We still live for the N, yes for your exercise
And break faces for raises, what you think for how we bump
Better chill with the propaganda before I just start your throne
I’m like a pitbull trained and programmed to kill
Out on the prowl, cat huntin motherfucker so stop frontin
Yo Big Fox tell 'em (they already know)
And if you don’t know, then your ass gonna learn
(*humming noise, mixed in with «oh» from the Intro*)
— w/ variations
Nigga, oh oh, nigga
Fuck what?
What the fuck did you just put on
Crack-O!
Yeah, Crack-O
M, dot, O, dot, P dot
I will fuck you up nigga (*laughing*)
YEAH