Telling you a tall tale of a G 
Cause everybody wanna be a G - 4x 

Hearing voices of the children of the corn 
The mother that has finally been warned 
Cause on a Polaroid in focus 
There's a picture of my first born 
I got a scary crimination, 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 lite to the do' 
Set trying to raise up out of that hoe 
I step in and checking chins, broke loose with a loose tooth 
I'm headed for that Cadillac, all of a sudden I felt cock 
Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf, now stick in my back 
Then fired one, now I made it to the car and I crunked 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 its 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'ma 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, A.K.A. 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