Mr. Lee - I'm a G lyrics

[Hook: Bun B] - repeat 2X I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me But yo' a** gon' learn and yo' a** gon' see [Bun B] I stand 5 foot 10, two hundred and a half One hundred percent gangsta, don't smile and don't laugh In a 3X shirt, n***a 38 waist I ain't small motherf**er, I'm takin' up some space Wit' a size 11 shoe that'll kick ya in ya face b**h I'm all about a crime embedded and catch a case I ain't scared to kick in ya door and look around ya place I ain't scared to count back to four and put one in ya face K steel n***a, favorite deuce-deuce and a third Teflon coat and ya body, juice loose on the curb I serve you like a tennis ball, straight up diminish y'all I position the competition and when I'm finished Y'all can clear the calendar, call authority and tell they next of kin We shot 'em like a crackhead, stabbed 'em up like a Mexican May he never flex again, not like he can But just in case he get resurrected it's best he understand [Hook] - repeat 2X [Bun B] I see these n***as do a lot of talkin' but they never back it up Thought the work that they movin', all the paper they stackin' up You n***as got me crackin' up The only thing you sellin' is wolf tickets, and we ain't buyin' them so pack it up 84's, click-clack it up and down Thomas From Westside to the East, we keep it "G" and that's a promise Bunch of black Osama's, America's Most Wanted We criminal backgrounds, we ready to straight flaunt it All it take is a sawed, drop a ho and instigator Messy motherf**ers got to make it for an instant hater I'mma lay ya down, like a baby ready to nap Cause I'mma trill n***a ready to clap, now was'hap? I slap a n***a, stupid with a back hand wraith And continue 'til nobody from your wack clan left b**h you might cheat d**h and you might cheat the dealer But you never cheat the king of the underground on the realer [Hook] - repeat 2X [T.I.] P$C n***a, U.G.K. alumni n***a FREE PIMP C! LEMME AT 'EM BUN! Lemme tell 'em for a minute Bun, share it to ya n***a dun Said they got some 'dro, but I'm the one them n***as get it from They talkin' sh** it's in they best interest to get a gun Grab the mack and now you spend a half a clip and them n***as ruuunnn Sissy n***as sweeter than a cinnabon Want 'em knocked off, we the ones you call to get it donnneee Lot of rappers say they G's, I don't feel 'em none (naw) Yeah I s..s..sold keys and I'mma still a dun O.G. as usual, low key movin' In a Volt 3, don't look {*gun sounds*} +U Don't Know Me+ Gangsta, gangsta this ain't the time Attention to pump a paint, sh** I ain't the kind You don't wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to nines AK's, AR's, man I can't decide I got the mind of a hustla, hellacious grind And I hold my city down like an anchor iron [Hook w/ T.I. ad libs] - repeat 2X