Lil Keke: G-til i die

Just let the music play uh yeah, just let the music playUh we gon ride to this one, yeah uh come on[Hook]Got to be a G, till the day that I die - 4xGot to be a G, got to be a G - 2x(*scratching*)Got to be a G, till the day that I die - 4x[Yung Ro]The last of a dying breed, y'all couldn't understand itAgainst all odds, I'm still here still standingYou ain't gotta know much, to know the streets talkingScared to approach us, cause we far from who they see oftenLife been good for me, and I'm still the sameThey see the chain, and give me strange looks about the name (Nobody)You know the game, time'll tell who remain trueThey felt the cool breeze, when me and Ke' slid throughG'd up, Dickie unit wearing Chuck Taylor'sA special scent, got my attitude like fuck hatersIt can't stop, fully loaded no time to restMy enemies plotting, got real thangs on my chestGrew up on freestyles, from S.U.CH-Town raised call me Nobody, cause I'm one deepYeah a few cats rocking, but we rock steadyKe' the Don and Yung Ro daddy already, already yeah[Hook][Lil' Keke]1993, that's when I blazed up the sceneOriginal S.U.C., I'm the Freestyle KingRest in Peace Pat, I'ma make 'em love it maynDJ Screw the king, he changed up the whole gameNiggaz say I'm finished, and the Don is offendedI come from undergrounds, and made a million independentIt's 2005, it got's to be knownThe Young Don is back, and I'm coming for the throneA G till I die, dominating like a veteranAnd ask Bank One, about the checks I'm collectingNiggaz just kepping, I'm back hungry rappingThey need to get some Oscars, for the way that they actingI'm kidnapping, my own self in the boothI'm loading up my pen, then I'm shooting with the truthThis H-Town baby, our music Chopped & SlowedSome G's till we die, it's the Don and Yung Ro yeah[Hook][Yung Ro]Grew up in a place where they say most don't, but some get itAnd the respect is measured by, when they done with itAn O.G. told me, stick to the G-CodeYoungin' you too eager, tighten up on that free throwTrying to make my ghetto dreams, a realityMe and them other dudes, got a whole different mentalityY'all went wrong, putting me and Ke' in the boothThe way I put it in they face, call me the proofJust bought a box of cigarillos, from the corner sto'I got my game face on, we playing dominoesThey shooting dice watch out, you better catch thatSix and eight running mates, so nigga bet thatBet back, cause my bet good I keep it comingAnd all the homies in the hood, hollin' one hundredYung back again, with the Don KekeThese boys feather weight mayn, and we G's-we G's[Hook](*talking*)Yeah uh-huh, I like that my nigga I like thatUh-huh, shit feeling this shit here man