Nuthing but a G thang freestyle

(Survivalman's verse)

 

1 2 3 and to the 4 me and my homie Jaye know what to do.

We're ready to diss anyone who ruins our flow

 

So back up bro, and let me teach you how to become a pro yo

If an bitch visits my block I'll shoot them dead till they fall onto the floor

 

Survival of the fittest, better watch you're back every where you go,

Cuz in my town people get mugged everyday

 

Drive bys in the town lately, it's either run or fight back so you better be fit,

Or else you'll die.

 

Had a abusive father that didn't even cared, I was scared I couldn't think of anything to do.

 

Started to rob gas stations in order to survive, I'm just happy I'm still alive.

Got in lots of gang fights, when I be walking with my friends when it's night.

 

Bitches get in my face I'll push the trigger, everybody I kill is making me

Sicker.

 

Nothing but a G thing, bitches be hating I'll call them the she thang, now

It's my homies turn let's see what he can do.

 

(Jaye's verse)

 

Yo. It ain't nothin' but a G-Thang. from Compton to Florida.

Where when you fuck with real niggas, they won't hesitate to floor ya'.

 

Nitty gritty cities ain't too pretty on the ghetto side.

Bitches pullin' up in stolen cars or other cheap ass rides.

 

Gotta carry heat, but the glock got a bloody handle.

Get lit up on the street, your memorial nothin' but a candle.

 

See 'em at the Crossroads, but all you see are graves.

We say we own the game, but damn. We all just slaves.

 

But we come out on top. Ownin' all opposition.

Never stop grindin' hard. Success our greatest mission.

 

Doin' dirt ain't gettin' no niggas reputation.

So the feds come and shoot us based off of speculation.

 

We annihilatin' beats along with fake enemies.

Survival on the track, we hit 'em up with remedies.

 

Ya'll ain't servin' a purpose, cuz ya'll just bandwagon niggas.

Reppin' all these cities, yet they too much of bitches to pull a trigga'.

 

"THEY GOT IT OUT FOR ME!" Naw. You just too stupid.

Either dumb asf or dead. Any way you choose it.

 

From CHI Town to Oakland. Niggas gettin' murdered.

But ya'll swear ya'll real dancin' to Bobby Shmurda.

 

"Hot Nigga". Yeah, except the chamber's hotter.

Ya'll won't last a fucking day. Can't even see ya'll daughters.

 

Gangsta' Party Up. Tupac Shakur. Snoop and Dre.

Ya'll got two more additions here. Survival and Jaye.

 

I'm too passionate, crashin' with homicides too lyrical.

Then I show up too the funeral say "Fuck you.' I'm too cynical.

 

I'm never dyin', cuz my sinful notoriety's my legacy.

And when we pass, they'll label my crimes all to "alledgedly".

 

Kickin' the shit outta niggas. No exceptions. Just a fucking punt.

Won't spare no niggas. Begging for Mercy. Gay ass cunt.

 

No new niggas join my collaboration, no need for new elaborations.

Instead of fucking hatin', ya'll niggas should try masturbation.

 

Cuz Lemme Get Real. Lyrically assaulting with those bars.

Rhythmic violent tensions make you staring at the stars.

 

Except you in a box, with your fam crying to God and shit.

But God never told you dumbasses to ruin shit.

 

When we die, we go solo or we ball out with a bang.

The game ain't for all them niggas. That's just a G-Thang.