[Intro:]
Yeah Trill entertainment young savage I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G-shit
well i'ma G it to you nigga

[Verse 1:]
Tell me what you know about me
W.E.B.B.I.E A.K.A trill E.N.T
young S.A.V.A.G.E nigga
In the streets that where I be thats where im at cuz
Thats where I was way before the fuckin' rap cuz
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped cuz
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz
I pack gatz like them old school beepaz Bitch you got that work but you workin' them people
Yeah
Talkin' shit like a hoe about me huh
So like a man i'ma murk you when i see ya
Catch yo bitch on that cell phone shoot up her nokkia
You ain' stupid you got ears bitch you know i'm forreal
Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel
Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear

[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

[Verse 2:]
I'm about business nigga
An in the kitchen nigga
Got long bread I can hit you from long distance nigga
I'ma bad bitch getta
A picky picky nigga
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties nigga
I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat mutha fucka
Threw my 18 years i done pulled all types of hustles
you don't wanna start nothing cuz the whole boot comin
might ass well ask Stevie Wonder nigga I ain't seen nothing
Fuck another nigga business I'ma mind my own
Before I get in another nigga shit I'ma find my own
Yeah play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes cuz those bullets catch domes
But cha know my vest i never leave without that since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real niggas stress
Put the savage in the mic it's a bet FAREAL

[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

[Verse 3:]
I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed cuz i smoke it bitch i sell crack
Don't buy pussy cuz it's free bitch I buy lacs
I got stacks cuz i'm all about cake
Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face
Keep a mutha fucka K
Keep more than one clip
I'ma mutha fuckin' playa i keep more than one bitch
The real deal so they steal my shit
It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits
It comes to real
I'm the realest
I'm the trill familylidist
You want gangsta shit so that's how you gone get it

[Chorus:]
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
You want G-shit shit
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya
Well I'ma give it to ya

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah (c'mon!)
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
My 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

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You takin out of town trips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit

[Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song Tom's Diner]
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

[Tony Yayo]
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 wake-up calls
Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money
I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
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 fishscale, 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

[Chorus]

Tyga]
haha you know a lot of girls say a lot of things to me
saying they this and that
but i aint listening
cause im on sum g s-it
young money

[Tyga - Verse 1]
uh im in this b-tch till my eyes white
they say im all hype
miss me if you blink twice
if ur head p-ssy right ima f-ck u all night
the rockstar young Beatle tell em good night
kiss dada Momma love em about ma dolla
space (?) bills up I’m (?)
ice water cash make my d-ck larger
I sex harder make u sweat sauna
haha dope n-gga f-ck dope b-tches
from the city were lonesome and dose d-ckies
B side with the barbie dats 250
let her kiss on ma neck but no hickies (no hickies)
driveway like sincity make a movie with the star let the lights hit ya
haha she think i aint gone get but im a fly n-gga i aint trippin
shawty so…

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
it really dont matter to me
im lovin all these girls
cuz all these girls love me under the sheets
bout to party wid ya body
im a freak money aint a thang thang and ima do ma thang thang
im on sum g sh-t baby on sum g sh-t baby

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
haha yeah look Lou Vuitton red bottoms cuz she that nice
her body stack right miss her if u blink twice
and never compare her to the rest cuz she so far
she got security with her I call her lonestar
YSL fly as hell with them french tips
lets hit the water set sail give me french kisses
people flashing everywhere that we go
ice cold n-gga but the chain still rocky row
ice cream im f-ckin with them ice queens long hair pretty yellow bone lightning
cuz shes exciting I take her clothes off I kiss it three times and then I doze off haha cuz I’m the best whoever did it and shes the best cuz she wid me
she think I aint gone hit it but I’m a fly n-gga I aint trippin shawty so

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

[Chris Brown - Verse]
Fresh planes drive her to my jet-way
1st class yeah thats where my chef stay
I’m ahead of you n-ggas I skip 1 grade
on islands and yachts with my louis shades

[Tyga - Verse]
uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade
umbrella drink dessert souffle
patrone shot straight turn a n-gga two-face
hot drunk girls say they love my baby face

[Chris Brown]
uh but I’ma still keep it G though (yeah)
captain of my ship and I aint never wearing speedos (no)
my (?) bone on, she let me bone on
poke her now chauffeur take her home

[Tyga]
put it on my camera phone I know I’m wrong
but I’m in too deep uh me alone
she fall in love with every love song she wanna be in love uh

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
[End]