Brotha Lynch Hung - G-Status lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung - G-Status lyrics]
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status
Thinking about living with out you
Based on technicalities
Ill nature and our future. Fuck
Work with the mic, work with the mic
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
Thinking about living without you
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
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
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
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
We must maintain G- Status
Thinking about living with out you
Based on technicalities
Ill nature and our future. Fuck
Work with the mic, work with the mic
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
Thinking about living without you
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
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
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
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