Lil` G`s

[Chorus - Pharrell Williams]<br>All you little G`s please, I carry the ghostmaker<br>You just a rapper, a yipper, a yapper<br>When shit get tight you let them boys wire tap ya<br>Don`t wake up with two eyes and two barrels pointing at ya<br>I keeps the ghostmakers, uh! muhfuckers!<br><br>[Verse 1 - Boobonic]<br>I`m from 6-0, N-e-s-t, OG, A all day<br>We`re the coke fiends, don`t fringe<br>Try to leave, and them bullets gon to spray your way<br>That barbershop talk`ll leave a nigga laid<br>Cause I cuts on em, straight off the top, no fade<br>You hating niggaz put the S in Shade<br>While I picture baby mams in that Escalade<br>And give em the lean, you acting out your best scene<br>From the flicks that you grew up watching as a teen<br>Meanwhile on the block we gets cream<br>Seen more than most niggaz will ever by sixteen<br>Tap the work from Pharrell to getting all the fame<br>40 cal in my Billionaire Boys Club jeans<br>Back the fuck up chump, you ain`t gon spray<br>The last nigga woulda been 24 today<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 2 - Pusha T]<br>Pusha`s in a foreign land wit Seсorita<br>White sand beaches with teal two seaters<br>Niggaz wanna hate like they under white sheet-as<br>But I`ll really put their ass under white sheet-ah<br>40 calibers delete ya! naptime!<br>That nine turn that same wave line to flat line<br>For just the calmest, bitches the fondest<br>Canary color stones, diamonds look like they sick wit the jaundice<br>Carefully match my neck like arm is<br>Flash yellow trying to warn kids<br>Hammers they could talk least I`ll touch the Don kids<br>We are three kings, y`all niggaz pay homage<br>EGHCK!! - ghetto Sam Cook<br>Souls Terror push, my connect look like Pele look<br>Uh! change my style wit ease, niggaz thieves<br>Kiss life goodbye now choke on this Desert Ease<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3 - Mr. Man]<br>Listen up, this is it homes<br>The ghostmaker in my palm, that I grip on<br>Shine chrome, wanna live, get ya sprint on<br>Man it`s best you run, like ol` G, Bobby Johnson son<br>You get ya back treated gangsta<br>Since a young buck, I had it sewn up<br>But now I`m grown up, so you can hate that<br>Or you can roll out, dope - I make that<br>Used to take that, but show sold out<br>Wollen Ave. is the place, where we hang out<br>Shots rang out, pull that thing out<br>You better bang back, or put you laid back<br>Cause you ain`t wit that, I make you fall flat<br>Ain`t no comin back, how you figure that<br>Nigga see ya squad, won`t support that, snort that<br>Cause it`s raw facts, I`m hooked up wit cats<br>That will spit the Mac, outta Cadillac, shit like mmmm...<br><br>[Chorus]