Verse 1
[C-bo]
I keep a strap on my lap
Cuz niggas jacking day and night
One slipping and that’s your life
It’s the nine tre niggas die everyday
So pack your ak if you want to be safe
Cuz ain’t no police gone stop no bullet
When they pull the glock point and pull it
And try to tear my ass in half
When I reach for my stash
And leave them heeding from they ski mask
But that’s my opinion cuz where I’m from
Young niggas be sending
Muthafuckas to their grave site
It’s do or die in my hood cuz black niggas don’t live twice
So I stay awol from the po pos
Cuz if you going out smart then you a don’t know
And the don’t know up shit creek
Saddle to saddle heading founds bones
For the rest of the cattle
So to stay from that crowd
I take the back street sideways back route
Hoes snitching and shit trying to bring a nigga down
From his riches now here’s a shot to the punk bitches
That’s why get sideways all day
On a hoe on a stroll
So suck my diggity dick and hump on my left liggity nut
As we get fo’ deep and strut kiggity cuts
Mobbing on silk with the pimps drive
Gol’ lace daytons and they wrapped tight
With the bo the dick has rose so how down to awol
As we boguard throwing elbows
G’z strike through your back street creep with the mack G
And it’s a game that we play called get even with steven
Now who’s leaving
The town soon sign of boom when they pulled the strap down
And smoke up the whole room
It’s just another gangsta tail as I bail through the streets
With my gauge and unload the shells
If you cross me I play for G
And sticking to the strip is rest in peace
It’s a manditory thing to retaliate
And in the hood we break’em off face to face
So back back like an eight leg
As I creep through the streets nigga
Cuz I play for G

Verse 2
[C-bo]
From day one do or die
Garden block for life
Niggas die everyday in the nine trizzay main
Got to pack some heat cuz if a muthafucka
Ain’t strapped to protect his circle
What his he’s fin to get tow up
And burnt by the heat mobsta
And when you smoke I guess you’ll
Feel me why I play 4 G

Verse 3
[C-bo]
See I ain’t no punk about my mail
Without clientele get the glock and bail
Through your hood niggas up to no good
Garden block on the creep fo’ deep and you’ll sleep
Got to put punks in check
Cuz I creep through your room and wrap the barbed
Wire around your neck
Niggas ain’t the only ones that die
Real gangstas funk with the one times
Got to get the beef off they chest
Cuz they always jack and try to pull a smith n wess
To a nigga’s head and leave him dead
But the police is better of dead than me
That’s why I say fuck it and keeps a strap
Between my lap and if their trip I’m busting caps
Rather smoke the police than have smoke me
Cuz that shit with rodney king is no joke G
So to survive is like to do or die
Balling big block fo fiffty five
For them high speed chases pink slip races
And fo the quick to get places
Taz fo’ deep in the back
Am I pulling over fuck that
And its they funk niggas smash off on they punk ass
And make the hundred yard dash
Taking advantage of blacks when they ain’t got straps
But bo’ll put the welt on yo back
And just back in the drop for the high speed
Nigga cuz I play 4G
Yea nigga just like tag you fuck
Now for it stay in your rearview mirror
Cuz if you sitting on go’l daytons slipping
That’s an invitation of me taking what’s
Yours in mines
That’s how we gone go out knowwhatI’msaying
Stick to the muthafucking strip main
Play 4 G be real about yours