Crushin' Feelin's

(Intro) (You know) A lot of niggas be thinking I be talking about them in my raps and shit (Yeah, nigga) Probably cause I do, nigga (verse 1) My sentiments exactly, niggas can't out rap me And if they could, they already dead or they hip-hop hall-of-famers Don't run up if you ain't got a whole catalog of bangers Gary gangsta, guess I'm no longer a stranger Bitch I get love out on the West Coast like I ball for Lakers Ask my nigga Syke, fuck the proof, I'm where the drugs was Hit the streets with nothing but troops, slaughter your buzz, cuz Thuggin', I don't be bloggin' like Budden, I just speak through the songs Figure the only reason that you was on, cause you's a clone Moving right along, we all wrong, but all's well Slamming off the phone and chopping stones, we all sell Sometimes I had work on deck, and sometimes I 9-to-5-ed it Do more than boast about balling, I rhyme about surviving Getting it in every city I ever lived South Central to ATL and over the Brooklyn Bridge I hit the G and watch them shipping that weight Serving plates, whipping with my nigga Dominican H I need some cash, I know you trying to get straight, so fuck with me dawg Them other niggas slamming that bammer, they need a recall Got choppers, fuck binoculars, nigga we come to see y'all Don't matter if you V, or GD, or C or a B-Dawg The topics from the prophet prevail East-side G.I. 'til I get dropped or I get locked in a cell My nigga Pill said, "I can't afford to take that L." So he lickin shots at the fucking laws I call 'em Johnnies (fuck the police), he like to call em twelve Fuck the polices and rest in peace, to my nigga Stymie Pigs killed him front of his family, that shit was grimey That's why everywhere I go I keep a brother beside me Cut the fat from the clique, got them bitch niggas way from 'round me That's how they do you, act like they never knew you Ho I see right through you, what you eatin' don't make me doo-doo And if I ain't gon' shit, I might as well jump off the pot Mighty dollar say I might as well pull a plot on your spot I'm trying to clock a knot, pushing as quickly as possible Had to be Gangsta Gibbs, wasn't gifted like Glenn Robinson Average hoop skills, but I ride up on coupe wheels Custom convertible Cutlass, how you and you crew feel When you see that? You probably wanna do that just like me I set the bar for I-N-D, no nigga don't rap like me You want that killer not that filler, then fuck with yo' boy Fred Malcolm of the Mid, probably more like Detroit Red And I can easily bring you defeat with my vernacular I'm too deep in these streets to be beefing with a rapper I got niggas that hate me, bitches that love me Hands do damage so I manage to stay handsome when shit could get ugly Now every nigga rhyming think he a mob boss Better keep it tucked cause pups get fucked like Shad Moss Niggas was puffing that huff 'til I sent a few quads off Shot my nigga some kush and couple of zips of that bomb soft Attracting addicts, when I pick them beats I be selecting Statik Rap ain't nothing but talking shit; I'm just the best at it At every stage show, I'm puffin that tree Been putting it down since '03, but y'all wasn't fuckin with me I threw my tape out on the streets and watched my tape lift off With out a verse from Weezy, Kanye or the fake Rick Ross Fuck a cosign, I hold mine close to the hip Crushin' feelin's, leaving niggas on some emotional shit Gangsta Gibbs (Outro) And I love the rap game (We love it, baby) I love to see niggas getting, you know (Getting money, nigga) Get shit cracking, gettin shit popping, you know what I mean Time to bring that money to the motherfucking G, nigga Motherfuckers been doing this shit for years It's time for them motherfuckers to be getting in this thang, baby And if you ain't from G, nigga, don't come to the G Cause you ain't gon' understand the G You gon' be laying in the G Shoutout to all my niggas in the G, nigga