Lyrics

[INTRO] 1994 Yo what's up I.D.? Straight up Dayton Jake the Flake in this bitch, album nigga Thought you knew Bumpin' to that Bedrock knock, man Ain't nothin' changed Yeah, still a Dayton thang Doin' that shit all over Mo' weed, cocaine, and mo' love of thangs All you Gees listen up to this shit right here This if for the Gangsters [VERSE 1: BOOTLEG] Bootleg the Devil's on that level I fold that ass like foil I ain't no joke I slit hoes throats And watch blood run like oil So can you handle When I dismantle Every fuckin' limb You shakin' and fakin' I'm breakin' 'em down Like rockin' some Gangster brims So feel the rapture You've been captured By this mastermind So take a look bitch There's a crook Creepin' up from behind I'm I-R-A I make hoes pay For steppin' on my toes AKA Bootleg, bitch I'm stickin' my boot in all you hoes So meet the trigger It's that nigga You servin' it I doubt it This is a jack So bitch die with your shit Or live without it Period, no comma Save the drama For your mama, hoe I kick up dust And caps get bust When I whip that .44 You got me sinkin', drinkin' Thinkin' about that major snap My out cold caliber killers Knockin' bitches off the map Think you can rock it Dig in your pocket And lay that money down You talkin' shit But suckin' my dick Each time I come around It ain't no thang My nigga 'String Done put me on the scoop Get mad at these sluts For suckin' these nuts Up like some Campbell's soup That's how life goes So fuck them hoes Quit having suckas ??? I thought you knew I'm I-R-A Dickin' all them bitches throats Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I thought Snoop let you know I fuck and flee 'Cause I'm a Gee Pissin' on all these hoes Beak 'em off proper Fuck a copper Let the Magnum go Creepin' through hoods Slangin' my bricks ??? the rich an po' Stackin' my loot Still hittin', ootin' Keepin' hoes froze Cop 36 And broke my bricks And solded all them Os Got 50 Gs And now I'm headed to another state Be Natural Life if I get caught But I'm still boomin' weight From '92 to '94 back to '93 Motherfuck a bitch I want a key I'm a motherfuckin' Gee [HOOK] I'm a motherfuckin' Gangster I'm a motherfuckin' Gee (x8) [VERSE 2: SHOESTRING] Here comes some dope shit To put your face in the graveyard Homicidal's the title For punks that behaves hard I'm the Gee of all Gees and I'm takin' my stand man Follow me to my trunk, chump And I hit you with that right pump It's the Mister, Mister Shoestring That's kickin' down the door Packin' .44 Smokin' indo Lookin' for yeyo You claim you on your tippy-toes Hoes gimme all your Os That's the way it goes When you front in your Fila clothes Bumpin' your sounds to bitches Punk you just a number The next nigga in line to get jacked Or took up under Better watch your safe, Joe 'Cause I'll take your eighth, ho I creeped in and creeped out Uh, didn't leave a trace, bro Pimpin' bitches and snitches 'Cause that's how a nigga's raised Packin' and poppin' Glocks Like back in the old days More deadlier than Hitler, bitch Crazy with the mastermind Paid like a motherfucker But bitch I don't flash mine So fuck what you heard Get 'em up and get 'em up fast Nigga you packin' .22 Packin' .44 Shoestring's a bigger nigga Better check yourself 'Cause you wreck yourself Homey, and that's for real Steady chasin' Jason Smith & Wesson That's my ??? steel Dope diddy-diddy-killa Shoestring, pity on that deuce again I'm runnin' you down Gunnin' you down with the MAC-10 You wanna go Then we can G-O ho, in '94 'Cause I'm a pro Never thinkin' slow Standin' toe to toe Can you get with this And hit this like you say you can You got a problem You bitches just don't understand That I gets wicked From the F to the L to the I-N-T Better known as Shoestring A killa I'm a motherfuckin' Gee [HOOK] [VERSE 3: JAKE THE FLAKE] I be rollin' Thicker than a fat knot Give me what you got Or get shot with the plastic Glock Niggas what you thought Mr. Dopeman softened up Fuckin' with a killa Blood clots you'll be coughin' up Layin' on your back Took your sack And your girl too Dayton Avenue Now what the fuck you wanna do I didn't think so ??? is in my trunk I gots my sawed-off ??? pump twelve gauge Blow a nigga's balls off Indo sacks and mescaline Got Jake the Flake's mind gone ??? on my head 'Cause it's ??? And the black and chrome Hear no evil, see no evil Bitch and I done got away Backin' 'em up Rockin' 'em up Low key at my hideaway A motherfuckin' Gee