Letra de G-shit

I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it´s G shit not hip-hop
I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked

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My underground sell mo´ than your, real album ship out

Slow down or sped up, I´ll make you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you´ll never see, Slim got long jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can´t do our job, and make you bob
I´m signing c.d.´s for you, your niece and your Uncle Rob
Saying stay down, jam everything we lay down
If I can´t drive to your town, I´ll send this shit through Greyhound

send this shit through Greyhound
send this shit through Greyhound

Got boys from Kansas, hollin´ bout how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they can´t understand this
This ain´t no local shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like us
Can´t pay they bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some go-getters
Use to be down but shit, now they bootleggers

Now they-now they bootleggers
Now they-now they bootleggers

Hating on my profit, digging in my pocket
And I´ma do what it take, to make sure you stop it
See I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to make
And if you in my way, the AK´ll spray
I make a G a day, sometimes three a day
That´s times 3-65, now y´all see my pay
That´s last year, next year me and E album dropping
So Northside and Southside, it´s time to do some shopping