you can’t see the G in me


Lyrics to: 'You can't see the 'G' in me'

verse 1

asking me to be a wack MC is blasphemy
like a bonzai tree
w/o a leaf ain't that a tragedy
why you mad at me
you one o' tha' sadducees
baddest cuz I had 2 be
cock back reload they all ran from me
now I walk around empty handed never stranded
accelerated, after I excelled how I planned it
guaranteed to get a club hoppin'
head nodding
toes tapping
fingers popping
don't want to kill for a meal
rather get degrees than have 2 roll w/tha steel
attitudes can get ya noodles spilled
by the king o' tha hill
daz fa real
well but play ill ,
milk is chillin
sold in vacant buildings
somebody blew off half his face
we caught feelings
thats how it went down in my hood
all bad sometimes good

Chorus:

One things the same
that is the game
no room fa' lames
only 4 pain -n- shame
"you can't see the 'G' in me"

verse 2

walked the mainline
didn't nobody take mines
worst than columbine
when I deal with my enemies
psy op projects
I am who you pretend to be
see it in yo eyes
you a enemy
no friend of me
seen people let go
and they foe
keep they head low
echo from the 44
rings in the ghetto
from L.A.,
back to New York,
Soweto
playing this heavy metal hip-hop
hit tha gas pedal
on Crenshaw -n- Slauson
flawsing, often, coughin'
wrong words can be tha nails in yo' coffin
whoop,
b4 I kick ass fast
blast,
w/o a ski mask
wuz da task don't ask
drink shine out my flask
growed up,
then blowed up
fly by,
throw tha dub up
don't sleep,
stay up
push ups
West up 'Cup'?
time ain't up
overtime on tha' grind
always in tha public eye
I ain't never hard to find

Chorus:

One things the same
that is the game
no room fa' lames
only 4 pain -n- shame
"you can't see the 'G' in me"

verse 3:

went from broke hoes
-n- choke holds
furloughs 2 elbows
heat stashed -n-Velcro's
new clothes
-n- packed shows
juxtapose a black -n- red rose
in studios
shows I'm pre-disposed
not 2 disclose my life woes
Puerto Rico's primos
logos
cargoes in boroughs
smoke hydro
sip merlot
black crows
black flows
black codes
dark nights
black roads
recognition of modes
I'm outta mind
-n- make sense at tha' same time
drop a line
and make ya mind
push play rewind
I'm tha' Moore
who sat by Tha door
ready 4 world war 4
be ready 2 score
men long shore
worst than Thomas Hobbes
w/odd jobs
when I mob
with out the mob
say 'Leviathan' or get robbed
my feng shui
make em pay
instant replay
like a DJ
do what I
f.ck what he say!

Chorus:

One things the same
that is the game
no room fa' lames
only 4 pain -n- shame
"you can't see the 'G' in me"

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