On God - Too Short, Mistah F.A.B., Young Gully

Youngin’s thuggin' so hard probably think they know Pac

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob

No suckas, Blow Pops

We slide, on God

On God, on God… we slide…

On God, on God, on God, on God

On God, that cha-cha beat y’all shit

Knock shit if you proud of shit, especially if you opposite

Around here, nigga get popped

Draco lettin' off a hundred shots

Got two options for the hospital, but he died before he seen doc

Young L did it, this shit knocks, still be slidin' around my block

Bustin' knots, stackin' guap

Worry about mine, ain’t worried about what another nigga got

Pussy niggas love to talk a lot

What that check talk?

What it’s talkin' ‘bout?

Mine talkin' about 200 thousand worth of cars, nigga, in that parking lot

House all in the hills, nigga

Getting in, might hit a deer, nigga

Four-car garage, four stories, little broke boy, can you hear, nigga?

I don’t hear niggas, don’t fear niggas

‘What year your whip?'

This year, nigga

Keep playing wit' a nigga, we gon' give it to you here, nigga

Youngin’s thuggin' so hard probably think they know Pac

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob

No suckas, Blow Pops

We slide, on God

On God, on God… we slide…

On God, on God, on God, on God

I put this shit on my God, on that early morning like IHOP

Old school soul like an IROC

Ain’t no snitchin', won’t crime-stop

2Pac without five shots, don’t blue block, don’t dime-drop

We get it in on my spot, make bricks flip, make pies hop

Hurtin' feelings like ‘Ouch, nigga', Benjamins in my couch, niggas

Confident with a couple bands ‘cause there’s 20 more in my house, nigga

Lowkey like them O.G.'s, they talkin' crazy, they O. P

I stay solo, no co-D

How he hate on me but don’t know me?

I’m OT, can’t coach me;

my watch red, nigga, mo' me

What I got tucked, you won’t see

I’m off drugs, don’t approach me

Death to you, put Tec to you;

he cross me, put a X through you

He broke, can’t be next to you;

he play around, that’s death to you

On God… God…ay, gang, ay

Nigga, all blues (All blues)

I just run and check for all blues

I’ma spend it all on more Trues

Sike, I’ma spend it all on more shoes

$ 1500, nigga, all Lug’s

Got a white bitch, A.K., all boos

Nigga, who is who?

Gimme two, I’ma do a nigga crew

Tell ‘em too, they don’t even know that it was due

Gang gang getting money like an old dude

Pull up in a Chevy old school

O.G.'s saying «Little man a cold dude»

Youngin’s thuggin' so hard probably think they know Pac

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob

No suckas, Blow Pops

We slide, on God

On God, on God… we slide…

On God, on God, on God, on God