Project Pat - Be A G (Remix) lyrics

[Juicy J:] Yessir Project Pat featuring your boy Juicy J and Doe B You'll never be a G, you'll never be a G [Hook - Project Pat:] I done sold them grams Robbed n***as for cash I done bust that thumper on plenty n***as' a** Broke down plenty bails So much clientele Went to jail would never tell but some you n***as will Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G When I was young had that chopper co*k it Project Pat was robbing Like the grinch b**h, taking sh** filling up my stocking Cap on my skull n***a, better wipe up that mud n***a like Pat don't give no f** Busting that thumpa' screaming "Thug Life!" Like 2Pac, went to jail and never ratted Held it down for all my dogs Hustla's prayer on my arm tatted p**y n***a real acrobatic flipping on your homie I'm the steak you the bologna I'm fifty karats you the phony Hit a lick made for fifty yams Took it off your a** this the street Who you trusting fool Put that in the stash bruh My weight pull up move like that, no coming back Just these chains fifty rocks for fifty shots in your a** [Hook] [Juicy J:] Yea, let me borrow your b**h Just for tonight, I get her so f**ing high You think she just caught a flight She ride my dick like a bike I tell her s** it don't bite And you still cuffing that ho like you Miami Vice Juicy J don't love these b**hes I just make love to these b**hes Then send them back to that same n***a that hug them and kiss them I go to to sleep with my money I cuddle up with my dough I wake up to that paper and then I go get some more f** n***a what you talking 'bout, we don't talk it out We yellow tape and white chalk it out Live everyday like a home run what I'm trying to say is we ball out Your bedroom and your living room fit right inside my dog house I'm searching hard for a f** to give but I'm sorry Looks like I'm all out [Hook] [Doe B:] You will never be a G Gold medals on my feet White and gold Guiseppe n***a that a be a G Got your b**h riding with me shoulda never let her leave I'm a dog a** n***a and you know I play for keeps Got your ho popping molly smoking medicated weed Got your ho giving me sloppy while I estimate my cheese While you n***as pull up talking like a b**h I'm getting rich Spend a band sipping lean and Memphis ten with Three 6 Wack a** rappers, fake a** trappers, shoulda won an Oscar the way they acting Mayday action, mayday action, when we come through with it y'all stay blasting Pay for a feature I don't wanna meet them, I don't want amigo cause we're not equal You not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not either [Hook] Mafia, Mafia, Mafia-ah!