[Intro]
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard? We jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze
Gang, gang, gang (Jaydee, mind your business before we clash)
Drilly, gang, gang (Gang)
Drilly, Drilly, gang
(I love Chris Rich)
[Chorus]
He on the internet, talk the facts (Facts)
Catch him in person, he more than fast (He runnin')
Jaydee, mind your business before we clash (Mind yours)
Next time he say Drilly, we on his ass (We gon' beat him)
But he said it again, take a trip to Brooklyn, now it's time to bend (OMBK)
Like, get this dumb nigga losin' friends
How he worried about us? Go get back for your mans (Go get back)
So you jackin' JetK 'cause you linked with the opps? (Huh?)
Yeah, they told y'all we soft, but did y'all get the drop?
How they mans died and they still ain't spin blocks? (Spin blocks, spin blocks, spin blocks)
They been losin' niggas since "Shoot Or Get Shot"
[Verse 1]
Now it's time to put O to the O to the test (Like)
Like, Noah got stomped in his 'jects (Bang)
And Yellow got shot in his neck (Boomed 'em)
Sha lucky he ain't get hit in his chest (Chest)
RB made it, should've been his head (His head)
Got my Bloods to my right and my Gz to the left (Yeah)
I ain't disrespectin' but just need to mention, y'all the reason for B Diddy death (On bro)
Look how far we done come, man, this shit a blessing
But the haters gon' hate so we keep a weapon (Got mine)
Usually got a 9, but today's the Wesson
If I up, then it's up, you gon' die in seconds (You done)
Just copped a new chop and it need some testin'
So when you get in this shit, ain't no second guessin' (It ain't)
Put my deads in a song, you gon' learn your lesson
You gon' be with your deads, makin' songs in heaven (Facts)
Make that boy disappear like it's magic (Boom)
Drillys on court, we scorin' the basket (Scorin')
Lil Loc got put in a casket, spinned with a knife and that nigga got blasted (Stupid)
And Tiebout did bad, Fordham Road
EJ kept runnin' 'til he got home (Track star)
Niggas had Jalil in Amanda crib (Facts)
Shaheem got boomed for a fuckin' bitch (He stupid)
We ain't beefin' with Blixky, that boy a snitch (Gang)
Rico got shot in his leg and shit
Yeah, we had Lil' Tut in the chicken spot (He was scared)
Spinned ten minutes later, so we can flock
Seen Jahlik in Fordham, he did the race (He ran)
Had gang on his ass, he picked up the pace (Facts)
Caught Wock, almost took off his fuckin' face
Davion—
94Gz, no Gz like these, you heard? We jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze
Gang, gang, gang (Jaydee, mind your business before we clash)
Drilly, gang, gang (Gang)
Drilly, Drilly, gang
(I love Chris Rich)
[Chorus]
He on the internet, talk the facts (Facts)
Catch him in person, he more than fast (He runnin')
Jaydee, mind your business before we clash (Mind yours)
Next time he say Drilly, we on his ass (We gon' beat him)
But he said it again, take a trip to Brooklyn, now it's time to bend (OMBK)
Like, get this dumb nigga losin' friends
How he worried about us? Go get back for your mans (Go get back)
So you jackin' JetK 'cause you linked with the opps? (Huh?)
Yeah, they told y'all we soft, but did y'all get the drop?
How they mans died and they still ain't spin blocks? (Spin blocks, spin blocks, spin blocks)
They been losin' niggas since "Shoot Or Get Shot"
[Verse 1]
Now it's time to put O to the O to the test (Like)
Like, Noah got stomped in his 'jects (Bang)
And Yellow got shot in his neck (Boomed 'em)
Sha lucky he ain't get hit in his chest (Chest)
RB made it, should've been his head (His head)
Got my Bloods to my right and my Gz to the left (Yeah)
I ain't disrespectin' but just need to mention, y'all the reason for B Diddy death (On bro)
Look how far we done come, man, this shit a blessing
But the haters gon' hate so we keep a weapon (Got mine)
Usually got a 9, but today's the Wesson
If I up, then it's up, you gon' die in seconds (You done)
Just copped a new chop and it need some testin'
So when you get in this shit, ain't no second guessin' (It ain't)
Put my deads in a song, you gon' learn your lesson
You gon' be with your deads, makin' songs in heaven (Facts)
Make that boy disappear like it's magic (Boom)
Drillys on court, we scorin' the basket (Scorin')
Lil Loc got put in a casket, spinned with a knife and that nigga got blasted (Stupid)
And Tiebout did bad, Fordham Road
EJ kept runnin' 'til he got home (Track star)
Niggas had Jalil in Amanda crib (Facts)
Shaheem got boomed for a fuckin' bitch (He stupid)
We ain't beefin' with Blixky, that boy a snitch (Gang)
Rico got shot in his leg and shit
Yeah, we had Lil' Tut in the chicken spot (He was scared)
Spinned ten minutes later, so we can flock
Seen Jahlik in Fordham, he did the race (He ran)
Had gang on his ass, he picked up the pace (Facts)
Caught Wock, almost took off his fuckin' face
Davion—
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