I’m A Gee

[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 Ki
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