Lyrics G' Shit - T.I. , Jeezy , WATCH THE DUCK
I'm
a
rich
nigga
like
I
don't
know
I
can
change
if
I
wanna,
but
I
won't
though
Steer
right
even
when
I'm
on
the
wrong
road
Real
talk
from
the
heart
what
I'm
known
for
Skinny
jeans,
I
don't
do
those
I'm
the
start
us
up
part
or
the
shoot
for
Fully
automatic
chopper,
you
could
shoot
though
Now
I'm
moving
five
mill
when
I
shoot
dough
Audemar,
Hublot
One
point
five
on
the
two-do'
Old
hustle,
new
flow
Old
money,
new
ho
Sucker-free
and
I'mma
chill,
bro,
I'm
too
cold
Long
as
I'm
around
fuck
they
need
you
for?
Riding
in
the
Chevy
toting
three
bricks
Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit
This
is
for
the
gangsters,
for
the
pimps
and
hoes
This
is
for
the
dopeboy
trappers
selling
halves
and
hoes
(Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit)
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
If
you
don't
know
me
let
me
tell
you
something,
shawty
Still
got
that
chopper,
make
you
run
for
it
Camouflage,
dog
tags
Got
'em
following,
when
you
see
me
better
haul
ass
Keep
it
G
at
all
costs,
whatchu
call
that
Crack
rock,
hip
hop,
I
done
all
that
Certified
trap
nigga,
sucker,
fall
back
A
broke
nigga
he
may
entertain
all
that
All
left
field,
keep
it
true,
nigga
Save
the
flash
in
the
dance
for
a
new
nigga
Keep
speaking
for
the
ones
who
ain't
got
a
voice
Kill
'em
dead
only
when
they
leave
no
other
choice
How
I
see
it,
if
you
ain't
gotta
die
about
it?
Don't
waste
my
time,
slime,
why
the
fuck
we
talking
about
it?
Still
riding
in
the
Chevy
toting
three
bricks
Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit
This
is
for
the
gangsters,
for
the
pimps
and
hoes
This
is
for
the
dopeboy
trappers
selling
halves
and
hoes
(Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit)
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
Now
what
the
fuck
is
an
ounce?
We
smoking
bout
an
LB
We
don't
even
do
the
nine,
sell
it
by
the
whole
ki
And
I'mma
take
this
shit
to
trial,
they
got
nothing
on
me
Avion,
the
Champagne,
bitch,
I'm
'bout
to
OD
I
got
a
bag
full
of
birds
and
motherfuckers
getting
bought
Bars
on
the
trap
doors
got
it
looking
like
a
vault
Used
to
hit
the
highway
over
twenty
of
them
things
Young
nigga
hit
the
club
with
the
twenty
of
them
chains
When
Jay
was
beefing
with
Nas
I
was
selling
cocaine
When
Game
was
beefing
with
50
I
was
doing
the
same
thing
I
was
at
the
hospital,
nigga,
Meechy
got
shot
Fuck
you
niggas
talking
'bout?
I
love
that
nigga
like
Pac
This
is
for
the
gangsters,
for
the
pimps
and
hoes
This
is
for
the
dopeboy
trappers
selling
halves
and
hoes
(Since
nobody
wanna
make
G
shit)
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
They
want
G
shit,
give
it
to
'em
1 King
2 G' Shit
3 About the Money
4 New National Anthem
5 Oh Yeah
6 Private Show
7 No Mediocre
8 Jet Fuel
9 Paperwork
10 Stay
11 About My Issue
12 At Ya' Own Risk
13 On Doe, On Phil
14 Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)
15 Let Your Heart Go (Break My Soul)
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