G-dep - It's All Over (feat. Carl Thomas) lyrics

(God Bless My Soul) [Repeat: x4] f** it, Get what you got to get and lets get going Today is the day man n***a this is it Your life and your word ain't sh**, spit This real as it get Plus, there's no one you can trust Love what, do it for the lust Trust, its never to much Got to get the money in my clutch Case close shut Split a n***a gut Right through the middle like a dutch Never did like them much, my man Gather up the artillery You feelin' me? What gives, trying to live its k**ing me Its all about the whips Chicks with the hips Running the number hole, take the chips, ya slips? Do the dip See time is moving quick, running out No time for dumbing out I got one live to live A wife, a kid And I still didn't get the ring or the crib Look what I did! [Chorus: Carl Thomas] What you gonna do? When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knocking at your door When they come for you And you know, Its all over! I'm to swift for you Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free n***a ride Here's my gift to you Now you know, its all over! You know what this is Hughs showed you to get bizz And what I gotta do to get big Dick believe, its all about your speed Cars cash weed Its all a n***a need, indeed Seems I was the seed in greed Born in bullsh** Guns was four-cliped Finding my self where's nuns and poor pits Bring it Step on streets and get to slingin I'm about to make it hot like piss Been hungry before but not like this If lifes a b**h She needs to get cookin And cause that fools to get j**els and sh** tookin Baby need milk When I do it up I need silk Scales on tilt That's how a n***a built I need my money torn like wealth on stilts n***as f** around and get a n***a kilt [Chorus] Know why, I'm the antonym of rich consimamon of poor How could you think of winning on the floor Your not sure, take the game and went shopping Your not pure, took the shot for A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss Well I ain't got a nickle for ya miss I'm all up in a twist f** all the glamor and the gliss I'ma hop and skip Put a slammer in the mix Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click, clack Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"! I want the cake The early American china plate The meeting out of drapes And bottles of Alizae So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain Hey, smile and say "Money made my day" Man I'm telling you the plan Everything's a scam Sex cars, put the money in my hand [Chorus]