G-Money - M.A.A.D city (remix) lyrics

G, just, spit, fire What up spit fire source They call me fire star That's a fib Fire boss Ok I'm crazy Take your baby Maybe Rock a by katie You cannot haze me I been raw Even though my Grammar raised me Thank God for the life He gave me Thank God for the mom He gave me Thank God for the friends That ride to the end Mad city Try to change me Rearrange G ? Come on baby I'm not 18 I'm 23 Not hennessy Just OD on me I been OT No shine Losing my mind Spit a verse That's a curse Cause Trinis ain't buying I rip sh** up Any day Don't give a f** What you gotta say Some trini rappers Sound very gay Ain't no beef Don't carry steak 9 to 5 But I'm down to ride Just step inside My third eye My third eye Go off trigger Them birds fly Top off n***a Jigga where @ Those haters say I can't rap G Money on the map b**h Ask your mom About that As a matter of fact I'm going Till I'm under attack My flow Sure to make and impact Tony gave me this track Homicide Check your momma eyes Don't give a f** about that Gave a f** about you, Never gave a f** About crap Trinidad on my back Your chick rack Big in fact Ass so fat When I tap that a** She dont wanna Call you back