Too $hort — On God

“Yeah, we hella disrespectful” [Chorus: Lil Yase] Youngin’s thuggin’ so hard probably think they know Pac Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob No suckas, Blow Pops We slide, on God On God, on God…we slide… On God, on God, on God, on God [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] On God, that cha-cha beat y’all shit Knock shit if you proud of shit, especially if you opposite Around here, nigga get popped Draco lettin’ off a hundred shots Got two options for the hospital, but he died before he seen doc Young L did it, this shit knocks, still be slidin’ around my block Bustin’ knots, stackin’ guap Worry about mine, ain’t worried about what another nigga got Pussy niggas love to talk a lot What that check talk? What it’s talkin’ ‘bout? Mine talkin’ about 200 thousand worth of cars, nigga, in that parking lot House all in the hills, nigga Getting in, might hit a deer, nigga Four-car garage, four stories, little broke boy, can you hear, nigga? I don’t hear niggas, don’t fear niggas ‘What year your whip?’ This year, nigga Keep playing wit’ a nigga, we gon’ give it to you here, nigga [Chorus: Lil Yase] Youngin’s thuggin’ so hard probably think they know Pac Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob No suckas, Blow Pops We slide, on God On God, on God…we slide… On God, on God, on God, on God [Verse 2: Young Gully] I put this shit on my God, on that early morning like IHOP Old school soul like an IROC Ain’t no snitchin’, won’t crime-stop Tupac without five shots, don’t blue block, don’t dime-drop We get it in on my spot, make bricks flip, make pies hop Hurtin’ feelings like ‘Ouch, nigga’, Benjamins in my couch, niggas Confident with a couple bands ‘cause there’s 20 more in my house, nigga Lowkey like them O.G.’s, they talkin’ crazy, they O.P I stay solo, no co-D How he hate on me but don’t know me? I’m OT, can’t coach me; my watch red, nigga, mo’ me What I got tucked, you won’t see I’m off drugs, don’t approach me Death to you, put Tec to you; he cross me, put a X through you He broke, can’t be next to you; he play around, that’s death to you [Verse 3: Lil Yase] On God…God…ay, gang, ay Nigga, all blues (All blues) I just run and check for all blues I’ma spend it all on more Trues Sike, I’ma spend it all on more shoes $1500, nigga, all Lug’s Got a white bitch, A.K., all boos Nigga, who is who? Gimme two, I’ma do a nigga crew Tell ‘em too, they don’t even know that it was due Gang gang getting money like an old dude Pull up in a Chevy old school O.G.’s saying “Little man a cold dude” [Chorus: Lil Yase] Youngin’s thuggin’ so hard probably think they know Pac Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whole mob No suckas, Blow Pops We slide, on God On God, on God…we slide… On God, on God, on God, on God