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Yeah, Trill Entertainment, Young Savage, I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G shit
Well, I'ma give it to you, nigga
Tell me what you know about me
W-E-D-B-I-E
A-K-A Trill E-N-T
Young S-A-V-A-G-E, nigga
In the streets, that's where I be, that's where I'm at, cuh
That's where I was way before this fuckin' rap, cuh
Tryna law cap, get your ass capped, cuh
Or in the mothafuckin' trunk behind the speakers
I pack gats like them old school beepers
Bitch, you got that work, but you workin' with them people
Bitch, you got that work, but you workin' with them people
Bitch, you got that work, but you workin' with them people, yeah
Talkin' shit like a ho about me, huh?
So like a man, I'ma murk you when I see ya
Catch your bitch on that cellphone, shoot up her Nokia
You ain't stupid, you got ears, bitch, you know I'm for real
Get that chainsaw and let you feel this pain that I feel
Slice your ass all the way down from your brain to your ears, bitch
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
I'm about business, nigga, an in-the-kitchen nigga
Got long bread, can hit you from long distance, nigga
I'm a bad bitch getter, a picky picky nigga
Gotta have a straight face, some ass, and some titties, nigga
I'm a untamed gorilla, cutthroat mothafucka
Through my eighteen years, I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothin' 'cause the whole boot comin'
Might as well ask Stevie Wonder, nigga, I ain't seen nothin'
Fuck another nigga business, I'ma mind my own
Fuck another nigga business, I'ma mind my own
Fuck another nigga business, I'ma mind my own
'Fore I get in another nigga shit, I'ma find my own
Yeah, yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearin' vestses 'cause them bullets catch domes
But you know my vest, I never leave without that
Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit, that's what the real niggas stress
Put the Savage on the mic and it's a bet, for real
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
I ain't at home 'less I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed 'cause I smoke it, bitch, I sell crack
Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free, bitch, I buy 'Lacs
Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free, bitch, I buy 'Lacs
Don't buy pussy 'cause it's free, bitch, I buy 'Lacs
I got stacks 'cause I'm all about cake
Real nigga, I done jacked real niggas bare faced
More than one K, more than one clip
More than one player, more than more than one bitch
The real deal, so they steal my shit
It's all trill, real rappers don't stop with these hits
Here come the real, I'm the realest, I'm the Trill family's littest
You want gangsta shit, so that's how you gon' get it
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
You want G shit?
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya
Well, I'ma give it to ya