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g=Guido (me) j=Joey (my friend) (intro) g Ya make me wanna... yeah yeah! j It's the original Gambino brothers Joey and Guido g Gwee-do! j Let's take this track to the platinum city g Show no pity - all we got is unconditional love for ya j And momma - someday God is gonna come from above for ya g Yeah, yeah...I thank ya for my life And despite all the pain and strife both WE MADE IT! g Bee Bop, Hip-Hop, we just don't stop For years and years we've been on top The music I write is unique and poetic And makes fake rap remixes sound pathetic 5 I'm the double G don - Little Gambino I run game - ya know what I mean bro? j Word life! Little bro and Joey G. are cookin' Up some hits for ya'll so keep lookin' At the store for our newest compilation 10 And check the radio station for the heavy rotation We're the elected presidents of the whole hip-hop nation g Can you comprehend the relation - between hits and funds If you're bangin', put away the guns Because underneath it all we're all red anyways 15 So let the kids play in the street on summer days Without parents worrying about stray cannon fire in drive-bys Let the gang violence die - just give it a try j Leave the knives and the guns alone Joey G. on the microphone 20 g Leave the knives and the guns alone j Keep it real like the one Karl Malone g Much respect to the Mailman but my team is the Bulls The great Scott Pippen and Number 23 know the rules Of dominating a game for years and years 25 Few know how it feels to have opponents live in fear j There's no reason to fear just cuz we're infinitely better g Trying to play us behind our backs is cheesy - like cheddar j Don't try to be our friend just to get what's ours Slow to trust - that's how we remain stars 30 g But enthusiasm keeps us comin' hard We love this life - yo, that's my word! j And word is born - like the good book Don't spurn karma - (guido) Yeah, son that's shook! Pasta is the only thing I cook - check the hook 35 g Tu Geez is a gourmet salad chef j Toss it son! And forget about the meth g Forget about what? It never crossed my mind j Word up! You're one of a kind g Naw...I'm the double deuce G so I'm one of a pair 40 j Two in a million realities - we just don't care! g You can love us or hate us But all the charts rate us j Number One! Our style is run 'n gun Like a West Coast offense - Raiders or 'Niners 45 Stiff arm all the whiners g Spin moves and stutter steps break all tackles You can't even hold us with a pair of iron shackles. The strength of Hercules, the cunning of Mars It's not SHAZAM! but we're always on par! 50 j Golf is a sport of pure skill Not just for those over the hill g But soccer is the world's game Once you play, you'll never be the same j I dominated the grid-iron when I was still in school 55 Throwin' touchdowns - (guido) Yo, that's the rule! g Captains of the wrestling squad j Give Coach Staton and the boyz a nod We had a bangin' 95-95 season g Full of fun for all the right reasons 60 I got away from a bad time at home j And we ruled the mat like the glory days of Rome g We're gonna end this rhyme on the Ninth Chamber j Yo, give respect to the White and Red Rangers We live for danger but we're slow to anger 65 Cuz we don't worry about the details g And that's what all haters entail So follow my lead and live with a positive set And only the best is what you're gonna get j Keep your faith and keep your pride 70 g That's how we roll - yo Joe, jump in the ride j Step on the gas and jet down the block g Cuz we're going off like a 9 mil glock!
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