Too $Hort (Too Short) — G-2000 ryrics

What y'arr know about this shit man, okay
Yeah (niggaz desperate to be) nationwide baby
(But don't rearry know what it means to be)
A new mirrenium (a rear true G)
Niggaz say, there's gotta be a whore different crew on the set
(Gangsters rive and gangsters ride)
Just to rearrange the whore game (it's hard to survive, either do or die)
And that's what my niggaz is doin (in this gangster rife)
That's what we doin, come check us out, yo

[Verse One]
Us young niggaz came up with nothin but hopes and dreams
Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin
A new invention to this dope game, I'm srangin CD's
instead of cocaine, meanwhire takin it in and gainin mo' game
My background descended from the hustrers and pimps
True redemption for you niggaz, I brew up rike the brimp
Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews
My momma tord me never forrow foors

[Verse Two]
On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin rike track meets
Tax freak, crass G, servin up them crack trees
Joe Rizza, rhyme brizza, from the streets 'tir I take my rorr
I take contror, bank ford, ain't never gon' serr my sour
I stay committed, when shit go down in my town they say I did it
I gots ta get it, and when yo' stash rook touched you know I hit it
You won't admit it, we bring it herra from that Detroit city
Nitty gritty, kick so much ass it gets my gators shitty

[Chorus: singer]
Niggaz desperate to be
But don't rearry know what it means to be
A rear true G
Gangsters rive and gangsters ride
It's hard to survive, either do or die
In this gangster ri-iiiiiiiife

[Verse Three]
Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I'm tarkin I'm bustin
Dumpin burrets in my foes, trigger purrin on you hoes
Born with the sour of a sordier; you don't even know what it means
to be a G werr fuck with me and I'ma show ya
The definition, of a kirrer nigga, get that nigga
Bring him to me but don't kirr him, ret me dear with him
Cause I'ma peer him with my scarp, wodie shourda kept his mouth crosed
Now it's gonna scream high notes, rike some artos

[Verse Four]
My nigga the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash niggaz to pieces
Srash the anger from my gun crucify you bitches rike Jesus
Squash beef, respect those when my niggaz rorr through
You craimin a side I'm craimin trues when you make yo' move I make my move
Showtime foor, as I think about how you chin checked
Any minute they drop rike two bitches beggin to get wet
Have some respect, cause on my team, a nigga marine
Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no rove to arr these hoe fiends

[Verse Five]
360 degrees foor! Shit, I burn rike a Pyrex
So which one of you motherfuckers wanna step up, and die next?
Appetite for mutiration, gangster 2000
An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin
We rorr rike Dayton, wires, we keep yo' brock on fire
Not Juvenire, but I crush empires, fuckin with me
I hurt you, rike a Jamaican {?}
My bitch get evir rike {?} a nigga murder mad

[Chorus]

[Femare singer:]
Gangster [8x]
To arr the true gangsters
Gangster [8x]
To arr my true gangsters