G-shit Lyrics - Singles - Tony Yayo

Yeah, yeah, these rich sluts love me like I'm Morris Chestnutt 

They hit me on the 2-way, beggin' to link up 

My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue 

For them project chicks that be actin' new 

I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month 

Blowin' hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin' the blunt 

Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo 

My P.O. think he Rambo but I'm still holdin' on that ammo 

Everybody rat, now, spittin' on the beat tapes 

Dirtball, niggaz, can't even pee straight 

Mansion shit, moved in the West wing 

You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing 

Stop it, money, I'm out for the profit money 

And that advance that you got, be my pocket money 

Yeah, my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest 

Put a brick in her bra, she a 36 F 

You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You got your bitch movin' bricks, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You takin' out of town trips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You catchin' fish scale flips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

I was slingin' on the corner 

Seen this fiend, I ran up on her 

She was lookin' kinda hungry 

So I gave her five 20's 

When she handed me the money 

Man, the money was marked 

Here come the NARC's, do doo doo 

Duckin' the D's, runnin' the P's 

Tossin' my cheese, man, I got these hoes on they knees 

Yo, my Coke is Snow White and my workers, the 7 Dwarves 

I got what you need, homey, hard or soft 

Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima 

I got the heroin cut with the bomb Bonita 

Task force got me hemmed up facin' the wall 

'Cause I'm up in the mornin' slingin' wakeup calls 

Dimes and 20's, don't you know time is money? 

I done slept in spots straight supplyin' junkies 

You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You got your bitch movin' bricks, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You takin' out of town trips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You catchin' fish scale flips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

What'chu know about measuring spoons, bags and scales? 

My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell 

There's money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin' from Jake 

And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin' the gate 

Listen, I been had the fish scale and the white butter 

Since Heavy D was known as the 'Overweight Lover', believe me 

Sling that D, sling that Coke 

Sling that Meth, 'til your spot is hot death 

Yo, D's kicked my door for the search and seizure 

My moms dropped to the floor and she caught a seizure 

I got 4 workers and one lookout for the jux'ers 

A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes 

This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16 

I'm Tony Yayo, I'm a hustler's dream 

You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You got your bitch movin' bricks, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You takin' out of town trips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit 

You catchin' fish scale flips, that's that G shit 

G-G-G Unit