Z-Ro - Tall Tale of a G lyrics

Telling you a tall tale of a G
Cause everybody wanna be a G

Hearing voices of the children of the corn
The mark of death has finally been worn
Cause in a bowl of blood and feathers
There's a picture of my first born
I got a scary premonition
So I walked up in his room
And he spoke his first words
(daddy's gonna die soon)
Running through the metals, people running
When they see me coming
A mother calling to her son
That's telling me to watch my back
I'm being hunted then it was gone
I turned around it had to be on
But then I had found, it was gonna be hard
For me to make it to the crib
Cause niggas had me surrounded
Then all of a sudden, it was first and ten
Cause a nigga fell like Tony Dorsett
Trying to raise up out of that ho
I step in and checking chins
Broke loose with a loose tooth
Im headed for that cadillac
All of a sudden i fealt
Hot lead and cold steel
Shoulda peeled my cap dissected my back
Did i fall fuck naw
I made it to the car and i crunk that hoe
And I hollered you niggas won't get me
Then I backdo' the beltway back to Mo City
But there's a Regal trailing close
Up on my fender but in my hand
I got the synthetic rubber death
Automatic life ender
He's in the right lane and I'm in the left
So I hit the break and he hit the gas
And as he passed
I busted a shot that broke the glass
And the car was swerving
Wondering to a Bourbon
Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames
I thought it was over, till the
Nigga pulled up in the Nova, uh
Now I'm doing 85 up ahead
Out the window hollering catch me if you can
Could not lose him it's still a pursuit
Chasing till we hit Ridgevan
Pulled up in the front of the crib
Put the Lac in park
And I unloaded the Mac, and I'm kinda cold
Cause the favorite mask of a mama
Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back
But, I ain't got time to bleed
Cause I'm getting up out of the car
Trying to catch my breath
And I heard screeching tires
And a bunch of foot steps
Running with these niggas coming
I'm getting ready to split some wigs
But running up out of the driveway
There's a carriage that contains my kid
I dropped my strap
And hollered I'mma save you
They fin to kill your daddy but don't worry
You can resurrect me later
I'm almost dead but to my surprised
I done visualized
That nigga done rose up out of the carriage
I seen his big brown eyes
I shed a tear running to him
Thinking I could use my body
To shield him from the blast and I heard
(fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) everybody crashed
Then the niggas was gone and that was that
And since I couldn't breathe
I put down my self destruct, and I passed
That god damn thang to my baby boy
But, I thought to myself
I can't just go out like no fucking flame
Got re-gather my nuts
And make these hoes recognize my fucking name
I'm ready to give up the ghost
And my first mind said close your eyes
But my second mind it said over ride
The first mind and grab yo' nine
So I stood to my feet
Covered in blood catch a slug
That busted my ribs
And I grabbed that damn thang
From my baby boy
And I put him back in the crib
And since aggravation had my def callade
I put up the Mac and I passed up the nine
And I strapped on a hand grenade
Got back in the car
Only reason I see is bodies stacked
Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard
The smoke started seeping up out
The holes in my back
I crunked up the car, for my final ride
Wipe the blood off the locs
And put the Lac in drive
Motherfuckers better be ready to die
Cause death is close we gon go
Out like G's and continue to
Plot on his ghost
I'm 28 plus all of my fate
Hitting what do you know
Recognized the Nova, parked the car
And made my way to the do'
They slamming them boulders
Jamming on Screw, and sipping on hennessey
Without any warning I kicked open the do'
And said do you remember me
They jumped up quick
I grabbed the hand grenade
And shut the fucking do'
And then I felt the heat from a 4-4
They hit the deck
But it really don't matter no mo'
They tried to get out
But my nigga we locked in
There was a grenade in my hand
I dropped the pin

Know I'm saying, going out like G's
Because we are G's
I wanna say what's up to my G's
Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh, Dave V
My niggas on lock, Grady
You know what I'm sayin, I see that
Mike D on lock, real G's
Rest in peace to my G's
Killa Stains, AKA lL, rest in peace
I see you up there balling, man hold up
Real G's, do you wanna be a G
To G or not to G for real fuck you fakers