Viðlag:
Let the light shine homie/
U must b bright homie/
I’ll let u ride homei/
We can’t stay high homie/

Vers 1

This ain’t no love story/
this a war story/
About a young G/
Who ain’t got no beet/
He tryes to rhime/
But get’s no dime/
he is one hard gangsta/
and he ain’t no wanksta/
he’s a brave soldire/
has a good coulture/

*viðlag*

Vers 2

One real G/
With his family/
Poor in tha ghetto/
Tryin to make some do/
He ain’t got no hoe/
He’s lucky thouh/
Thoug he ain’t got no hoe/
he a lucky doo/
he has his home/
but still no hoe

*viðlag*

His father passed away/
But he din’t cry/
Cuz his anger/
Woun’t let him fear for a stranger/
He started bangin/
But he ain’t slangin/
He’s a clena doo/
And he is foo/
He has his gun strapt/
Always at his chest/
He ain’t no killer yet/
But he could still kill/
He’s a soldier to tha street/
Loyal to his gang/
And it ain’t no thang/
He’s a real G

*viðlag spilað 2svar*