G-Shit Songtext
von Webbie

Yeah (what′s happenin'?) Trill Entertainment, Young Savage
I′m all the way gangsta (all the way)
I heard they wanted G-shit (come on) (they what G-shit)
Well, I'ma G it to you nigga (you want G-shit, you want G-shit?)
Come on (you want G-shit?) (Look)

Tell me what you know about me
W-E-B-B-I E
AKA Trill-E-N-T
Young S-A-V-A-G-E, nigga

In the streets that where I be that's where I′m at ′cause
That's where I was way before the fuckin′ rap 'cause
Tryin′ law cap, get yo' ass capped ′cause
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakaz

I pack gatz like them old school beepaz
Bitch, you got that work but you workin' them people, yeah
Talkin′ shit like a hoe about me, huh?
So, like a man I′ma murk you when I see ya


Catch yo' bitch on that cell phone shoot up her Nokia
You ain′t stupid you got ears bitch you know I'm for real
Get that chainsaw and let you feel that pain that I feel
Slice yo′ ass all the way down from yo' brain to yo′ ear

You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)

Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)

I'm about business nigga an′ in the kitchen, nigga
Got long bread, I can hit you from long distance, nigga
I'ma bad bitch getta, a picky picky, nigga
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties, nigga

I′ma untamed gorilla cut-throat muthafucka
Threw my 18 years I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothing ′cause the whole boot comin'
Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder, nigga, I ain't seen nothing


Fuck another nigga business I′ma mind my own
Before I get in another nigga shit, I′ma find my own
Yeah, play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes ′cause those bullets catch domes

But'cha know my vest I never leave without that
Since them pussy ass niggas tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit, that′s what the real niggas stress
Put the savage in the mic and it's a bet, fo′ real

You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)

Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)

I ain't at home unless I′m right where the block at (put me on the block)
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects (projects)
Don't sell weed ′cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack (yeah, I got it)
Don't buy pussy ′cause it's free, bitch, I buy 'Lacs

I got stacks ′cause I′m all about cake
Real niggas I done jacked real niggas bare face
Keep a muthafucka K, keep more than one clip
I'ma muthafuckin′ playa, I keep more than one bitch

The real deal, so they steal my shit
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 shit so that's how you gon' get it, you heard me?

You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)
You want G-shit? (G-shit)

Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I'ma give it to ya (give it to ya)
Well, I′ma give it to ya (give it to ya)