G-Wiz - 3 Peat lyrics

[Hook: G-Wiz] I bet this how LeBron feel I know this how Juwan feel Just loud, ain't no Reggie over here '93 Bulls n***a, '96 Bulls n***a, '97 Bulls n***a, '98 Bulls n***a Golden diamonds on my clique, b**h, we the champions [Verse 1: G-Wiz] Might hit the club with all my rings on Might walk in church with all my chains on Phil Jackson, I'm on my Zen John Paxson, I'm going in I might go with a gold roll? and a ball fake I feel like Pippen on a fast break These b**hes hate the way I fade away I'll quench your thirst with some Gatorade I'm on the west drop-top with a parkay? But her b**h six tre on some dope veins In the streets I stick and move like Ca**ius Clay Momma called him Clay, I called him Clay Free throws with the eyes closed I weigh my dope up with my eyes closed Picture me and Gangsta Gibbs in them Diablos Midwest reppin' up to Nap-town? to Chicago [Hook] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] I bet this how LeBron feel Hit it quick then dip, now how your broad feel Straight G.I. dough-boy my Forgi's is big as cartwheels Worried, broke down and shamed, disgusted that's how your mom feel My OGs sit back like Juwan Frederico Soprano baby, your son a don n***a f** the world, I'm a god, I crush this sh** in my palm FNH with murder cases, little n***a don't cross the line '98 Bulls n***a Test me, better have that tool with ya So don't be nobody's fool n***a Play n***as off like Bryon Russell, give hoes the flu n***a [Hook]