Zu - G-2000 lyrics

What y'all know about this sh** man, okay Yeah (n***as desperate to be) nationwide baby (But don't really know what it means to be) A new millenium (a real true G) n***as say, there's gotta be a whole different crew on the set (Gangsters live and gangsters ride) Just to rearrange the whole game (it's hard to survive, either do or die) And that's what my n***as is doin (in this gangster life) That's what we doin, come check us out, yo [Verse One] Us young n***as came up with nothin but hopes and dreams Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin A new invention to this dope game, I'm slangin CD's Instead of c**aine, meanwhile takin it in and gainin mo' game My background descended from the hustlers and pimps True redemption for you n***as, I blew up like the blimp Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews My momma told me never follow fools [Verse Two] On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin like track meets Tax freak, cla** G, servin up them crack trees Joe Rizza, rhyme blizza, from the streets 'til I take my roll I take control, bank fold, ain't never gon' sell my soul I stay committed, when sh** go down in my town they say I did it I gots ta get it, and when yo' stash look touched you know I hit it You won't admit it, we bring it hella from that Detroit city Nitty gritty, kick so much a** it gets my gators sh**ty [Chorus: singer] n***as desperate to be But don't really know what it means to be A real true G Gangsters live and gangsters ride It's hard to survive, either do or die In this gangster li-iiiiiiiife [Verse Three] Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I'm talkin I'm bustin Dumpin bullets in my foes, trigger pullin on you hoes Born with the soul of a soldier; you don't even know what it means To be a G well f** with me and I'ma show ya The definition, of a k**er n***a, get that n***a Bring him to me but don't k** him, let me deal with him Cause I'ma peel him with my scalp, wodie shoulda kept his mouth closed Now it's gonna scream high notes, like some altos [Verse Four] My n***a the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash n***as to pieces Slash the anger from my gun crucify you b**hes like Jesus Squash beef, respect those when my n***as roll through You claimin a side I'm claimin trues when you make yo' move I make my move Showtime fool, as I think about how you chin checked Any minute they drop like two b**hes beggin to get wet Have some respect, cause on my team, a n***a marine Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no love to all these hoe fiends [Verse Five] 360 degrees fool! sh**, I burn like a Pyrex So which one of you motherf**ers wanna step up, and die next? Appetite for mutilation, gangster 2000 An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin We roll like Dayton, wires, we keep yo' block on fire Not Juvenile, but I crush empires, f**in with me I hurt you, like a Jamaican {?} My b**h get evil like {?} a n***a murder mad [Chorus] [female singer] Gangster (*8X*) To all the true gangsters Gangster (*8X*) To all my true gangsters