Nothin But A G - Dmp, Mistah F.A.B.

Eazy-E low riders on a busy block

A couple karats in the face, now that’s a busy watch

You put me anywhere I swear I gets busy, watch

You let that boy cook, and I don’t need a pot

The fire hit the skillet, now that’s the Jiffy pot

I take it to the corner, I don’t need a spot

I’m moving like the one, twos and ya don’t stop

DMP nigga, that’s that ready rock

Ha

My name heavy like Debo nigga

You’se a New Jack, this bigger than Nino nigga

They know my shit hard

Shaq

Free throws nigga

Them other niggas lost, like Nemo nigga

Yeah

Now here’s a taste to the night life

And she addicted like a fiend to the crack pipe

That easy money make the rainy days sunny

And I’m hungry for that cake, gotta feed that appetite

I’m trying to eat a lil' something

Stack that bread while y’all skinny nigga lunching

Serve drug with the thugs, DMP is what I’m pumping

I got ya sweating, body numb, nose running

Run with the Goonie niggas, Paul Bunyans

That’ll bang that hammer have your whole squad’s running

40 yard dash, before your life flash

Put one in y’alls ass if one of y’all ask

Yeah

Big faces, small faces

Had the Feds here, had small cases

But one thing about me

I’m solid as a rock, real as can be

And y’all can’t deny it we been straight riders

The V love DMP, yeah yeah

They can’t do nothing to a G

And I’ma keep 100, seven days of the week

It’s that Durte shit

What I’m speaking leave you leaking through your tourniquet

Pay attention my nigga you might learn some shit

The crack addicts is happy we back at it

And you don’t want no static or you become a statistic

Two cups in my hand, I’m double fisted

My lyrics make more bread than Bisquick

You Carl Thomas niggas Emotional on some bitch shit

I eat MC’s for a midnight snack

Just a whole bunch of gift bag niggas who can’t rap/wrap

You had plans my niggas came to spoil it

We the shit, your whole career is flushed down the toilet

Aye look

Solid as a rock with this DMP campaign

Go against the grain till she brain like champagne

Ask her what’s good in the hood, not a damn thang

Try to walk the walk, end up pulling a hamstring

Hater

Sit on me, see you later

Tough guy, eye for an eye like The Raiders

You a Tweet beef, I’m a chief chief reefer

Acting like a little pussy, I don’t mind eating beaver

Rap two up, two down, V to the A, aye

It’s the west Fabulous from the V to the Bay

And I mean what I said better peep what I say nigga

Niggas cold blooded, get the heat from the K

Say yeah