(Verse 1) Hey yo where I'm from I'm scared of none so be prepared to run if you even try to dare to come to my neck of the woods & yes it's the hood & I'll always be reppin' it good just like I should & yo the summer is funner when you are younger unless you're a runner but regardless yo I wonder what it'd be like not makin' a name for myself by takin' your chain & your wealth & if you're fake it don't help what you claim cuz they'll be looked at as lames cuz they dealt with you but yo I know you felt this dude & I'm spittin' phat raps & I'm never makin' wack tracks cuz I want my name to carry weight like backpacks I snap caps on my spray paint cuz I'm in the streets doing what they ain't I make great art that's starting to take shape & I'm like fuck a gat cuz I'll leave you straight shanked & make you wish you could vacate

(Chorus) This is that g shit that you hit the streets wit bumpin' down the block while you got your heat gripped

(Verse 2) You look like a hater bitch so don't make me spray your whip cuz I ain't afraid of shit except an STD so if you're testin me you'll rest in peace & I was blessed to be one if the best ya see 99 point 9 percent of rappers are worthless they always ask me if I got some lyrics they can purchase but instead I make 'em nervous as I word this & yo I'll serve fists to any nerd bitch cuz yo these urges can't be resisted cuz I'm vicious so don't fuck with my business cuz you could get popped right at the stoplight or drop-site so you'll just get socked twice for tryin' to talk nice cuz everything is not fine & yo I hold it down just like a stop sign so don't cross lines that you know are there cuz I don't go over there now unless I'm tryin' to leave one of your soldiers chair-bound

(Chorus) This is that g shit that you hit the streets wit bumpin' down the block while you got your heat gripped

(Verse 3) y'all thinkin' we ain't got guns as if we just blazin' then tell me why my city's number 1 in home invasions bandannas hangin' gangbangin' contaminated these streets worse than AIDS did fast nights models suckin' on crack pipes thugs are dumpin' slugs earnin' stacks of hood strips but I'm that gettin' cash type someone'll prolly write a biography on me Jesus Christ like not to mention I'm never breakin' my duties & plus I plan to breathe-take inmates & cuties how? by droppin knowledge the haters that try & stop it will end up demolished & yo you can call it a threat or a promise cuz when I hit em with a baseball bat I'll leave their face all cracked so everybody will be in this place all trapped so one can escape & yo this man creates art just like a can of paint

(Chorus) This is that g shit that you hit the streets wit bumpin' down the block while you got your heat gripped