Tall Tale Of A G Lyrics - Z-Ro
Tellin' you a Tall Tale Of A G.
'Cause everybody wanna be a G.
Hearin' voices of the children of the corn.
The mother that has finally been warned.
'Cause on a Polaroid in focus, there's a picture of my first born.
I got a scary crimination, so I walked up in his room.
And he spoke his first words "Daddy's gonna die soon".
Runnin' through the metals.
People runnin' when they see me comin'
A mother callin' to her son that's tellin' me to watch my back, I'm bein' hunted.
Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on.
But then I had found it was gonna be hard for me to make it to the crib 'cause niggas had me surrounded.
Then all of a sudden, it was first & 10.
'Cause a nigga fell lite to the door.
sponsored linksSet tryin' to raise up out of that hoe.
I step in & checkin' chins, broke loose with a loose tooth.
I'm headed for that Cadillac, all of a sudden I felt cock.
Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf, now stick in my back.
Then fired one, now I made it to the car & I crunked that hoe.
And I hollered you niggas won't get me.
Then I back door the beltway back to Mo City.
But there's a Regal trailin' close up on my fender.
But in my hand, I got the synthetic rubber death.
Automatic life ender, he's in the right lane & I'm in the left.
So I hit the break & he hit the gas & as he passed.
I busted a shot that broke the glass.
And the car was swervin' wonderin' to a Bourbon.
Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames.
I thought it was over 'til the nigga pulled up in the Nova, uh.
Now I'm doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollerin' catch me if you can.
Could not lose him it's still a pursuit, chasin' 'til we hit Ridgevan.
Pulled up in the front of the crib, put the Lac in park.
And I unloaded the Mac & I'm kinda cold.
'Cause the favorite mask of a mama.
Bullet had my shirt spinnin' to my back.
But I ain't got time to bleed 'cause I'm gettin' up out of the car.
Tryin' to catch my breath & I heard screechin' tires.
And a bunch of foot steps, runnin' with these niggas comin'.
I'm gettin' ready to split some wigs, but runnin' up out of the driveway.
There's a carriage that contains my kid.
I dropped my strap & hollered I'm a save you.
They fin to kill your Daddy but don't worry, you can resurrect me later.
I'm almost dead but to my surprised, I done visualized.
That nigga done rose up out of the carriage, I seen his big brown eyes.
I shed a tear runnin' to him, thinkin' I could use my body to shield him from the blast.
And I heard (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!) everybody crashed.
Then the niggas was gone & that was that & since I couldn't breathe.
I put down my self destruct & I passed that god damn thing to my baby boy.
But I thought to myself, I can't just go out like no fuckin' flame.
Got to re-gather my nuts & make these hoes recognize my fuckin' name.
I'm ready to give up the ghost & my first mind said close your eyes.
But my second mind it said over ride, the first mind & grab yo' 9.
So I stood to my feet, covered in blood catch a slug.
That busted my ribs & I grabbed that damn thing from my baby boy & I put him back in the crib.
And since aggravation had my def callade, I put up the Mac.
And I passed up the 9 & I strapped on a hand grenade.
Got back in the car, only reason I see is bodies stacked.
Fired up the dank & I hit it so hard.
The smoke started seepin' up out the holes in my back.
I crunked up the car for my final ride.
Wipe the blood off the loc's & put the Lac in drive.
Muthafuckers better be ready to die 'cause death is close.
We gon' go out like G's & continue to plot on his ghost.
I'm 28 plus all of my fate, hittin' what do you know.
Recognized the Nova parked the car.
And I made my way to the door they slammin' them boulders.
Jammin' on Screw & sippin' on Hennessey.
Without any warnin' I kicked open the door.
And said do you remember me?
They jumped up quick, I grabbed the hand grenade.
And shut the fuckin' door & then I felt the heat from a .44.
They hit the deck, but it really don't matter no more.
They tried to get out, but my nigga we locked in.
There was a grenade in my hand, I dropped the pin.
You know what I'm sayin'? Goin' out like G's.
Because we are G's, I wanna say what's up to my G's.
Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh, Dave V.
My niggas on lock, Grady.
You know what I'm sayin'? I see that.
Mike D on lock, real G's on lock.
Rest in peace to my G's.
Killer Stains, A.K.A. LL, rest in peace.
I see you up there ballin' man hold up.
Real G's. Do you wanna be a G?
To G or not to G for real.
Fuck you fakers.
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