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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Webbie
Webbie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Songwriter
Webster Gradney
Webster Gradney
Lyrics
Webster Gradney Jr.
Webster Gradney Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Allen
Jeremy Allen
Producer
David West
David West
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah Trill Entertainment young savage I'm all the way gangsta
I heard they wanted G-shit
Well I'mma G it to you ****
[Verse 2]
Tell me what you know about me
W-E-B-B-I-E, a.k.a Trill E-N-T
Young S-A-V-A-G-E ****
In the streets that where I be thats where I'm at cuz
Thats where I was way before this fuckin' rap cuz
Tryin' law cap get yo ass capped cuz
Or in the muthafuckin' trunk behind the speakers
I pack gatz like them old school beepers
Bitch, you got that work but you workin' with them people
Yeah, talkin' shit like a ho about me, huh?
So like a man I'ma murk you when I see ya
Catch yo bitch on that cell phone, shoot up up her Nokia
You ain' stupid, you got ears, bitch you know I'm for real
Get that chainsaw and let you feel this pain that I feel
Slice yo ass all the way down from yo brain to yo ear, bitch
[Verse 3]
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
[Verse 4]
I'm about business ****
Or in the kitchen ****
Got long bread, can hit you from long distance ****
I'm a bad bitch getter
A picky picky ****
Gotta have a straight face some ass and some titties ****
I'm a untamed gorilla, cut-throat mutherfucker
Through my 18 years I done pulled all types of hustles
You don't wanna start nothing cause the whole boot comin
Might ass well ask Stevie Wonder **** I ain't seen nothing
Fuck another **** business I'ma mind my own
Before I get in another **** shit I'ma find my own
Yeah play with me and bullets slang like stones
Ain't no sense in wearing vestes cause those bullets catch domes
But you know my vest I never leave without that
Since them pussy ass **** tried to shoot in my chest
We want that real gangsta shit that's what the real **** stress
Put the savage on the mic and it's a bet, for real
[Verse 5]
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
[Verse 6]
I ain't at home 'less I'm right where the block at
I keep a ghetto ass bitch out the projects
Don't sell weed cause I smoke it bitch I sell crack
Don't buy pussy cause it's free bitch I buy 'lacs
I got stacks cause I'm all about cake
Real **** I done jacked real **** bare face
Keep a mutha fucka K
Keep more than one clip
I'm a mutha fuckin' playa I keep more than one bitch
The real deal so they steal my shit
It's all trill real rappers don't stop with these hits
It comes to real, I'm the realest
I'm the trill family's littest
You want gangsta shit so that's how you gon' get it, you heard me?
[Verse 7]
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
You want G-shit (G-shit)
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Well I'mma give it to ya
Written by: Webster Gradney, Jr.
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