G-Status

(Brotha Lynch Hung) My peoples... My peoples We must maintain G- Status (Singing) Thinking about living with out you (Brotha Lynch Hung) Based on technicalities, Ill nature and our future. Fuck Work with the mic, work with the mic (Brotha Lynch Hung) I put the pedal to the metal in that niggas rag top After I left him in his back seat, chockin and hopin that his life won't end tonight Had to take him for his fifty, cause it was so tight Hit the corner in it, In a minute I'm bout to decorate somebody mortuary wit bone dust Fuck niggas I don't trust they venemous I bend a muskrat nigga like you in half Have you takin short breaths inside a death blood bath Pullin niggas apart like bammer weed, takin em for their 3-fifty Hit the corner of Watt and Whitney, that's where that green shit be Fifty sack and i'm out with a bitch that I don't know About to hit the momo back to lose a ho gain a ho So who's to know bruise a ho up like me or not Whether i'm livin out my momma house or in the back of my whatchamacallit Doin thangs us niggas do Get me another one of them faulty bitches pervin off the ole 8 brew Then what you do, I smile in they face Then leave they muthafuckin body in a casketcase I'm a basketcase, everyday all day to the day I die I'mma kill'em all up fill'em all up lick'em, wheel'em, deal'em Dig'em a ditch then stick the bitch (Singing) Thinking about living without you (Black Caesar Talking) Blackout blackout when the lights off pound the clubs Just like cars pound them cars, feel like i'm lost... Blackout blackout when the lights off. Got a nigga on Blackout blackout when the lights off pound the clubs Just like cars pound them cars, feel like i'm lost... Blackout blackout when the lights off (Brotha Lynch Hung) My nigga... I'm off this muthafuckin O'E bottle on the throttle Cause these little niggas is catchin up grabbin the tec and buck Stab in the neck and struck body in the back of the truck And strap the Midevil tape to the dead body, Maserati, John Gotti Made nigga, Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river Take my kindness for weakness if you want to I lost my baby Nevin, can't tell you what a nigga do (Singing chorus) (Brotha Lynch Hung) I got voices in my muthafuckin head Choice to leave muthafuckas dead, puddle of red, sat on the bed Put my muthafuckin strap down, put my hands on my face Gotta beat this muthafuckin case (Singing chorus) (Black Caesar talking) (6X) Blackout blackout when the lights off pound the clubs Just like cars pound them cars, feel like i'm lost... Blackout blackout when the lights off. Got a nigga on Blackout blackout when the lights off pound the clubs Just like cars pound them cars, feel like i'm lost... Blackout blackout when the lights off