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[Verse 1]
As these drugs alter my heartbeat
Ain't been takin my medication, don't get me started G
Hustlin', jackin', murder and mackin' been such a part of me
Such an evil seed, wonder what will my son or daughter be?
Killers
I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise em
Streets might send yo daddy off on vacation or early grave him
Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters?
In the 8th grade I was selling 8-balls off that pager, put it on my nation
I'm young, thuggin out my shoebox
Crack rock cooking on 2Pac
Came up in the school of the ski mask
Where you quick to make a punk bitch move out
I'm raised way deep on the east side
Right next to the Dorie Miller projects
GDs, Vice Lords on the same set
Wear ya hat the wrong way, you get popped at
And I got a hundred round drum on the AK
Killed a nigga and his homeboy the same day
Now I'm looking for the third mothafucka 'cuz I burn mothafuckas in the rap game same way
And the label never gave no fucks
Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts
Thinkin' that I'm playin with niggas cuz I don't cater to niggas
I just be taking from niggas and I be waiting for niggas to get

[Hook]
Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water, burn em
Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water, burn em
Let's get it started
Ho, we don't need no water
Cuz I woke up, lit my smoke up cooked my dope up and said fuck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up and said fuck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up and said fuck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up and said fuck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up and said fuck the world

[Verse 2]
If you gangsta and you know a nigga stacking bands
Whether you knee deep in them kilos or you sacking grams
This life we live, man, its so cutthroat make you clap your friends
No ambulance, they just took their bodies in matching vans
Please call the coroner, left some trash on my corner
I was on tour for the summer, every bitch I fucked was a foreigner
And your bitch was a bust it, met the whole click, fucked and recorded her
Got some top at the Marriot, dropped her off in the morning
Girl, my morning cup of coffee is a double cup of syrup
Don't take orders from no nigga fuck your boss and fuck the world
And I'm good in every hood, don't need no passes or referral
Me and crack go way back like starter caps and jheri curls
Whip it girl

[Bridge]
From a G to a kilo
To a mill from a motherfuckin zero
4-5 when I look through the peephole
Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino
I said, from a G to a kilo
To a mill from a motherfuckin zero
4-5 when I look through the peephole
Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino, nigga

[Hook]

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