Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Whose The 'g' Lyrics
[dresta]Yeah, i sit back and ask myselfA question, y'know what i'm sayinNigga who's the gIs it him, is it me[bg knocc out]Who's the gIs it him, him or meI can tell you blind to the factsSo you can not seeBut you better recogniseWhats infront of your eyesPutting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5Nigga, compton styleHow you like me nowIf you can't fade these bustasThen you better run the townYou thinks, when i was raisedI was never taught to fight fairBlew up and grew up to be your worst nightmareNigga i thought you knewThat i wasn't the o-n-e, been banginAnd givin up the hood since 83Did my first drive by, when i was only 8And when i turned 9, got in my first high speed chaseIn the blew out, rockI had the cops on my jockCos i was poppin shotsAt niggas on the next blockMark ass niggas is kinda bad for my healthNext time you get a chance, ask yourself, nigga[chorus x4]Who's the g, the k-n-o-double c, o-u-tSo keep askin, and i'mma keep blastin[bg knocc out]Comin with that realAin't no fakin or shakinUnlike these other punk mother*****ers perpatraitinLike they dogs and hogsAnd got the balls of a trojanBut they get outta dodgeWhen they see me rollinUp they streetGot the heat sittin on the front seatNiggas peep the bgAnd they begin to meet they fateGettin ghost, cos they knowThat the gangsta be *****ed withCos when it's time to rideI'm tearing up shitMakin hits like the mobQuick to get the job doneA superb hoodlumThese thirds, like the good sonCome, comeWatch a nigga get done, diddy, doneI told you, that you can't get noneYou silly bumStay downYou can't deal, with the realSo chillTake a look into the eyes of a nigga that killNo i'm not from illtownBut i'm down, with naughtyNext time you get the chanceYou better ask somebody[chorus x4][bg knocc out]I'm like cubeI act the foolWhen they tippin on the enemyHomicide is my tendencyWhen i'm drunk of that henessyNiggas beAll up on my setTakin smack, all behind a niggas backBut they don't wanna scrapIn the street, toe to toeBlow to blow, like some soldiersBehandedNigga, and see whos standing when its overYou too thin to winI'mma check that chinWhen i'm finishedYou ain't never try to step againOr even try to come nearThe gangsta mack of the year'who this nigga think he is'I'm that nigga who you fearBewareOf a loc who ain't takin no shitAnd if you don't wanna get with youYou better stay of my dick, niggaI'm rollin thickAnd my click, got my backAlert, and my studio is ready to attackAnd when you learn your lessonBout steppin in my directionTake time outAnd ask yourself one question[chorus till fade]
