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Banda G

gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.U.G.'s, Bitch

I have seen Mr. Apollo Uproot trees with his bare hands I have seen Mr. Apollo's Body building plans He's the strongest man The world has ever seen And

Late at night, things ain't right A million thoughts, running 'round in my head Closing the door, don't wanna hear no more Made up my mind, everything

in depth if you boys really real enough This is la familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and

down the club, we threw a brick in da door Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham I stretch them like rubber bands

They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it Do anything you want, just don't get up on it Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me Equipped

to style remind me of Gotti, yeah, shine with the shotty lawyer so good, paid a fine for the body heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore car service to the G

Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly

G C G Everything dies, baby that's a fact Em G C G But maybe everything that dies some day comes back. Em G C G