How G Is This

Dipset, Jones! Huh how G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta
How G is this? Gangsta

I'm from this other side where brothers ride

Get caught up on the wrong
Turf and you a bitch

And life, man the stakes is high
Cause my niggas tryna eat, and
The price of the steak is high
But my niggas ain't gonn' settle for no
Cheese steaks and fries
Every nigga in my ghetto
Could you please relate to I?
You see the boys that police chase to ride
And

Speak no name in the train
Dangerous ground where gang'uhs get found
Slumped, slain with their brains
On the ground
I've been through the marathon
And singing the saddest song
And crime ain't go'n stop if
You speak to Minister Farrakhan
How could you wack somebody to a tone

When we grew up hard body, and
No body was at home? So, of course
We plagued the lobby with the chrome
And my city filled with thugs
Place Gotti on the throne or
Niggas like Fritz, to get it like Rich
And I would'a said Alpo
But the nigga's a SNITCH
I'm from the projects where the B's ride hard
Taft and Foster where they breathe 5 Stars
And task Force in their Capris try hard
To get you
Trapped and caught on a 3 to 9 charge

Convicted to sales, restricted to jails
I guess my
Vision just failed, but this isn't hell shit

In every ghetto, niggas hanging just like us
And uh if beef come
They think "Ain't no thing"
And just go'n bust
But I don't know what the fuck they thought
Them niggas go'n bang, just like us, and uh
Rep they set for their gang, and this I trust
I'm from where we get drunk and wild blunted
This is Harlem, y'all, aka the Wild Hundreds!

J-eah!
DipSet, you know what it is capo status!
How real isthat? G's up!

It's your boy, Jones dipset
New York's rider man, tri-state bandit
50 State Rebels, you know what it is
My slogan "Fuck a button up
I'm never shuttin' up"
Government'll never stop me, ya herd!
Dipset, Killa, holla at me
Juelz Santana, Freeky Zeeky
They can't stop em
Hell Rell come home, free Shiek Ali

You know what it is, all
My soilders behind the G-wall
Keep your head up and your eyes open
I'll see you when you get out here til then?
Inhale, exhale, shakin' nuts, nigga, no homo
I'm outta this biya ya-itch
G's up east Side! How G is thisgangsta