G's Us - Crooked I, Roc Marciano

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood

We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood

We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Blowing smoke out the Audi

My spread be smelling like mountie

Federalies on the hills that led the battles

Blowing smoke out the Audi

My spread be smelling like mountie

Federalies on the hills that led the battles

Blowing smoke out the Audi

My spread be smelling like mountie

Federalies on the hills that led the battles

Stray the dames, great capillaries

Caress fatties, piggy ray canary

Cuban lane Miami

Virgin Mary turn a purple caddy

Gary sweet callin' purple candy

Talking bird out of the panties

Swallow brandy, I fly to where Sandy

You lay south up in your camp

Be like glam me

Old hammer blammer AT, melt some

Cans, a bottle of wine, I set the belt buckles

The bare I hustle, had the snout lustful

Blow the spot like a mushroom

And takin' the truck fumes

I taste the crushed food, drink a cup full

Display the Jacob on the cuff too

My gain is plush blue

My waste day on a bus rule

My butt laying in a plush coup, fuck you

My butt laying in a plush coup like fuck you

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood

We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Cali niggas drive the meanest chargers

We Robin Hoods like the English archer

Pouring our liquor for the deceased departure

Tell the Grim Reaper that we his partners

Cut the grass low, you snake niggas meet your gardeners

Gun sleeping in my waist, don’t awake my stainless

You interrupt his power nap, he gonna make you famous

It took a long time for the world to let me display my cadence

Like a hospital chaplain, I had to pray for patience

It’s all scientific, my mind’s higher lifted

I wrote note thy self in the Pyramids and hieroglyphics

I steal fire biscuits, street soldier I enlisted

I will end your world in 2012 don’t get the Mayans twisted

Promethazine and vodka that’s the gasoline bottle

I’m blowing cigar smoke on a show magazine model

That Ferrari squat, she has a scene throttle

It cost an arm and a leg, the amputee auto

About my loots so lieutenants want to recruit me

But generals already absolutely salute me

They tried to separate us G’s but they never could

Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood

We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood

Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

It’s all love

It’s all love