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I hold it down for the G-Side
Got homies from the west right to the east side
When a hater fuck wit us, he run and he hide
Fuck a yo style, nigga, it's the motherfuckin' G-Side

Yea, here we come, G-side, bringin' the heat
East side, we like phones underground, ringin' they feet
Singin' the tweet, bringin' it sweet, ran in a week
20 girls i get to beat, while you still bangin' your meat
uh... Try seven times, no wonder you spittin' weak
Your rhymes are like what? like the change in this beat
Now... legs is the word, she givin' me head absurd
She like the New York Times, cuz she wanna spread the word
Tries to cool me down, blows my hound, then she leeches
My number one fan, can't reach her, she ain't on the bleachers
Look at yo features, you fuckin' look soft
What the fuck, that ain't no du-rag, get rid of that book sock
I hold my shit down, make smiles sink like a wetland
I'm wrapped around wit head, might as well call me a headband
My flow will never die, unlike yo song, it's wrong, you're gone
Skill jus like pie, it goes on, and on and on

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I hold it down for the G-Side
Got homies from the west right to the east side
When a hater fuck wit us, he run and he hide
Fuck a yo style, nigga, it's the motherfuckin' G-Side

Yea, I never stop, you wanna pop wit the glocks
Now homie look at the clock, while it tocks, I take yo fox
Nigga, glocks in yo socks, you wanna box to the top
Props in the rocks, while you be jockin' the cock
Keep it on lock, you fancy man ta ya fanta
I got more hoes on my lap, then those kids on mall santa
Took a hoe and ran her, down she go and plant her
She suckin' so I call her Miss. Sippy, like David Banner
They all wanna bang her, but shit ain't gonna happen
Gay calls gonna nag her, what dick ain't gonna rack 'em?
Punches I stack 'em, haters front and I slap 'em
Only one single happen, yet I'm hittin' up platinum
Skills I don't lack 'em, so these breezies are easy
These leasy niggas are soft, so sleezly I call 'em cheezy
Fo sheezy niggas end up netted, new jersey like Kenyon Martin
End up gettin' lined out, like hands in kindergarten

(chorusx2)
I hold it down for the G-Side
Got homies from the west right to the east side
When a hater fuck wit us, he run and he hide
Fuck a yo style, nigga, it's the motherfuckin' G-Side