Dayton Family - I'm A Gee lyrics

1994 yo what's up ID?
Straight up Dayton
Jake the Flake in this bitch, album nigga
Thought you knew
Bumpin' to that Bedrock knock, man
Ain't nothin' changed
Yeah, still a Dayton thang
Doin' that shit all over
Mo' weed, cocaine, and mo' love of thangs
All you Gees listen up to
This shit right here
This if for the Gangsters
Bootleg the Devil's on that level
I fold that ass like foil i ain't no joke
I slit hoes throats
And watch blood run like oil
So can you handle when I dismantle
Every fuckin' limb you shakin' and fakin'
I'm breakin' 'em down
Like rockin' some Gangster brims
So feel the rapture you've been captured


By this mastermind so take a look bitch
There's a crook creepin' up from behind
I'm IR-A i make hoes pay
For steppin' on my toes aKA Bootleg, bitch
I'm stickin' my boot in all you hoes
So meet the trigger it's that nigga
You servin' it I doubt it this is a jack
So bitch die with your shit
Or live without it period, no comma
Save the drama for your mama, hoe
I kick up dust and caps get bust
When I whip that 44
You got me sinkin', drinkin'
Thinkin' about that major snap
My out cold caliber killers
Knockin' bitches off the map
Think you can rock it dig in your pocket
And lay that money down you talkin' shit
But suckin' my dick each time I come around
It ain't no thang my nigga 'String
Done put me on the scoop
Get mad at these sluts
For suckin' these nuts
Up like some Campbell's soup
That's how life goes so fuck them hoes
Quit having suckas? I thought you knew
I'm IR-A dickin' all them bitches throats
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I thought Snoop let you know i fuck and flee
'Cause, I'm a Gee pissin' on all these hoes
Beak 'em off proper fuck a copper
Let the Magnum go creepin' through hoods
Slangin' my bricks ? the rich an po'
Stackin' my loot still hittin', ootin'
Keepin' hoes froze cop 36
And broke my bricks and solded all them Os
Got 50 Gs
And now I'm headed to another state
Be Natural Life if I get caught
But, I'm still boomin' weight
From '92 to '94 back to '93
Motherfuck a bitch i want a Ki
I'm a motherfuckin' Gee

I'm a motherfuckin' Gangster
I'm a motherfuckin' Gee


Here comes some dope shit
To put your face in the graveyard
Homicidal's the title
For punks that behaves hard
I'm the Gee of all Gees and
I'm takin' my stand man
Follow me to my trunk, chump
And I hit you with that right pump
It's the Mister, Mister Shoestring
That's kickin' down the door packin' 44
Smokin' indo lookin' for yeyo
You claim you on your tippy-toes
Hoes gimme all your Os
That's the way it goes
When you front in your Fila clothes
Bumpin' your sounds to bitches
Punk you just a number
The next nigga in line to get jacked
Or took up under better watch your safe, Joe
'Cause, I'll take your eighth, ho
I creeped in and creeped out
Uh, didn't leave a trace, bro
Pimpin' bitches and snitches
'Cause that's how a nigga's raised
Packin' and poppin' Glocks
Like back in the old days
More deadlier than Hitler, bitch
Crazy with the mastermind
Paid like a motherfucker
But bitch I don't flash mine
So fuck what you heard
Get 'em up and get 'em up fast
Nigga you packin' 22 packin' 44
Shoestring's a bigger nigga
Better check yourself
'Cause you wreck yourself
Homey, and that's for real
Steady chasin' Jason smith & Wesson
That's my? steel dope diddy-diddy-killa
Shoestring, pity on that deuce again
I'm runnin' you down
Gunnin' you down with the MAC-10
You wanna go then we can G-O ho, in '94
'Cause, I'm a pro never thinkin' slow
Standin' toe to toe can you get with this
And hit this like you say you can
You got a problem
You bitches just don't understand
That I gets wicked
From the F to the L to the IN T
Better known as Shoestring a killa
I'm a motherfuckin' Gee

I be rollin' thicker than a fat knot
Give me what you got
Or get shot with the plastic Glock
Niggas what you thought
Mr dopeman softened up fuckin' with a killa
Blood clots you'll be coughin' up
Layin' on your back took your sack
And your girl too dayton Avenue
Now what the fuck you wanna do
I didn't think so ? is in my trunk
I gots my sawed-off ? pump twelve gauge
Blow a nigga's balls off
Indo sacks and mescaline
Got Jake the Flake's mind gone ? on my head
'Cause it's? And the black and chrome
Hear no evil, see no evil
Bitch and I done got away backin' 'em up
Rockin' 'em up low key at my hideaway
A motherfuckin' Gee