Webbie - G-sh** lyrics

(Intro:) Yeah Trill entertainment young savage I'm all the way gangsta I heard they wanted G-sh** well i'ma G it to you n***a (Verse 1:) Tell me what you know about me W.E.B.B.I.E A.K.A trill E.N.T young S.A.V.A.G.E n***a In the streets that where I be thats where im at cuz Thats where I was way before the f**in' rap cuz Tryin' law cap get yo a** capped cuz Or in the muthaf**in' trunk behind the speakaz I pack gatz like them old school beepaz b**h you got that work but you workin' them people Yeah Talkin' sh** like a hoe about me huh So like a man i'ma murk you when i see ya Catch yo b**h on that cell phone shoot up her nokkia You ain' stupid you got ears b**h you know i'm forreal Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel Slice yo a** all the way down from yo brain to yo ear (Chorus:) You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya (Verse 2:) I'm about business n***a An in the kitchen n***a Got long bread I can hit you from long distance n***a I'ma bad b**h getta A picky picky n***a Gotta have a straight face some a** and some titties n***a I'ma untamed gorilla cut throat mutha f**a Threw my 18 years i done pulled all types of hustles you don't wanna start nothing cuz the whole boot comin might a** well ask Stevie Wonder n***a I ain't seen nothing f** another n***a business I'ma mind my own Before I get in another n***a sh** I'ma find my own Yeah play with me and bullets slang like stones Ain't no sense in wearing vestes cuz those bullets catch domes But cha know my vest i never leave without that since them p**y a** n***as tried to shoot in my chest We want that real gangsta sh** that's what the real n***as stress Put the savage in the mic it's a bet FAREAL (Chorus:) You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya (Verse 3:) I ain't at home unless I'm right where the block at I keep a ghetto a** b**h out the projects Don't sell weed cuz i smoke it b**h i sell crack Don't buy p**y cuz it's free b**h I buy lacs I got stacks cuz i'm all about cake Real n***as I done jacked real n***as bare face Keep a mutha f**a K Keep more than one clip I'ma mutha f**in' playa i keep more than one b**h The real deal so they steal my sh** It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits It comes to real I'm the realest I'm the trill familylidist You want gangsta sh** so that's how you gone get it (Chorus:) You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** You want G-sh** sh** Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya Well I'ma give it to ya