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I keep a strap on my lap
'Cause niggas jack day and night
One slip and that's your life
It's the nine-trey, niggas die everyday
So pack your AK if you wanna be safe
'Cause ain't no police gon' stop no bullet
When they pull the Glock, point and pull it
And try to tear my ass in half
I'd rather reach for my stash
And leave 'em bleedin' from they ski masks
But that's my 'pinion
'Cause where I'm from, young niggas be sendin'
Mothafuckas to they gravesite
It's do or die in my hood, black niggas don't live twice
So I stay AWOL from the po-po's
'Cause if you don't outsmart 'em, you a don't-know
And the don't-know's up shit creek, shackle the saddle
Headphones bobbin' with the rest of the cattle
So to stay from that crowd
I take the backstreets sideways, that route
Hoes snitchin' and shit
Tryna bring a nigga down from his riches
Now here's a shot to them punk bitches
That's why I get sideways all day
On a ho, up and down the stroll
So suck a diggity-dick and hum on my left niggity-nut
As we get four deep and strut in kiggity-cuts
Mobbin' on silk with the pinstripe
Go straight-lace Daytons, and they wrap tight
With the vogues, the dick has rose
So bow down to AWOL as we bogart, throwin' elbows
G's strike through your backstreet
Creep on your ass with the MAC, G
And it's a game that we play called "Get Even"
With Steven, now who's leavin'?
The town soon from a sonic boom
When they pull the strap down and smoke up the whole room
It's just another gangsta tale
As I bail through the streets with my gauge and unload the shells
'Cause if you cross me, I play for G
And stickin' to the strip means rest in peace
It's a mandatory thang to retaliate
And in the hood, we break 'em off face to face
So back back like an eight-leg
As I creep through the streets, nigga
'Cause I play for G

From day one, do or die, Garden Blocc for life
Niggas die everyday in the nine cuzzay, mayne
Gotta pack some heat 'cause if a mothafucka ain't strapped
To protect or serve for what's his
He finna get tore up and burnt by the heatmonster
And when you smoked, I guess you'll feel me
While I play for G

See, I ain't no punk about my mail
Without clientele, get the Glock and bail
Through your hood, niggas up to no good
Garden Blocc on the creep, four deep in your sleep
Gotta put punks in check
As I creep through your room and wrap the wire-wire 'round your neck
Niggas ain't the only ones that die
Real gangstas funk with the one-times
Gotta get the beef off they chest
'Cause they always try to jack and pull a Smith & Wess'
To a nigga's head and leave 'em dead
But the police is better off dead than me
That's why I say fuck it and keeps a strap
Between my lap, and if they trip, I'm bustin' caps
Rather smoke the police than have 'em smoke me
'Cause that shit with Rodney King's no joke, G
So to survive, it's like do or die
Bought a big block 455
For them high-speed chases, pink slip races
And for the quick to get places
Task, four deep in the back
Am I pullin' over? Fuck that
And it's they fault that niggas smash off on they punk ass
And make the hundred-yard dash
Takin' advantage of blacks when they ain't got straps
But Bo'll put the whelp on your back
And jump back in the drop for the high speed, nigga
'Cause I play for G

Yeah, nigga, just like tag, you fucked now, bo'ette
Stay in your rearview mirror
'Cause if you sittin' on gold thangs and slippin'
That's just an invitation to take what's yours and make mines
That's how we gon' go out, you know what I'm sayin'?
Stick to the mothafuckin' strip, mayne
Play for G, be real about yours