[INTRO (Yung Joc)]
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Is that right?
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Block
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Hustlenomic$
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BNT ho!
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A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
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BNT ho!
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Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go
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[Chorus]
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
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And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
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[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
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You can catch me in the A
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Check my DNA
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What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
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The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
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The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
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I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
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I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
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Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
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'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
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And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
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Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
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You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
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Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
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And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
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[Verse 2: Young Dro]
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Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
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Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
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Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ??
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Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean
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Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring
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All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
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Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost
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I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost
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30" stretchas on the Escalade ??
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Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
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Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault
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Took alota cash and walked
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Jury, scurred me
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Eights on da ?? make it hard to steering
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Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury
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Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
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A general and surely man I seem pearly
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I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
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And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
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[Verse 3: Bun-B]
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You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
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Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
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I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
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Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
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I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
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You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
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You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
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No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
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Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
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Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
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We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
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Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
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Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
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I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
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Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type
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[Chorus x3]
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I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
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And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
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And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
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Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
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I'm A G
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Yung Joc |