Styles P
G-Sense
[Intro]

You know what it is
Time to go in on these n***as
We lay this shit down pretty nice
Pretty evil we do our thing
Its real big over here on d block you know what I'm saying
We real big on fucking bullshit ass n***as up ( still fired up)
So stay away from me with the dumb shit you know
(Hammers is still loaded and waiting)
Play me

[Verse 1]

The clips hold seventeen (seventeen)
Surprise I ain't die when I was seventeen (surprise)
Little n***a Tryna get heavy cream
Get more then I got (gave)
Give more then I get (give)
I can fall but I won't blame a n***a when I slip (I won't cry)
I'm a grown man life in my own hands
Maybe in the next mans
If he got the ratchet in his best hand
Might have a scope on it
Probably like me if came in the block and the shit had dope on it
Game use your offense always use your defense
Me I use my g-sense just like my presence
Pretints I would never ride to the precinct
[Interlude]

With all these tight jeans can't dig it
Tight jeans and big sneakers make you look like a clown you fuckin asshole!
The streets is mine n***a
Ya bitch ass industry n***as stay in the industry
Stope acting like you a fuckin gangsta when you not
Let's go my n***a

[Verse 2]

A lot of shit bother me
Flash back on robberies
Calmed down
Wolf shit still a big part of me
Think about the Lil one
Hoodied up
Yea down the line
Catch his ass slipping
Pop his ass with a Lil gun
Duece duece with rhinos in it
Followed by the 25
Know I got my thoughts wrong
If I ain't get my money right
Never say what you seen until you seen what you saw
What you saw ain't what you seen n***a say no more
You don't understand the game n***a don't play no more
Retire quick we be on some fire shit
Matches and some gasoline
Fully loaded magazine
Kill em for a bag of green
Puffin on a bag of green
Stab the king
Kidnapped the queen for a bag a green
S.p d-block shit I don't have a thing
My n***as could have a ring
Phone call n***as is on ya'll