(feat. Yung Ro) 



[talking] 

Just let the music play uh yeah, just let the music play 

Uh we gon ride to this one, yeah uh come on 



[Hook] 

Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4] 

Got to be a G, got to be a G [x2] 



[scratching] 

Got to be a G, till the day that I die [x4] 



[Yung Ro] 

The last of a dying breed, y'all couldn't understand it 

Against all odds, I'm still here still standing 

You ain't gotta know much, to know the streets talking 

Scared to approach us, cause we far from who they see often 

Life been good for me, and I'm still the same 

They see the chain, and give me strange looks about the name (Nobody) 

You know the game, time'll tell who remain true 

They felt the cool breeze, when me and Ke' slid through 

G'd up, Dickie unit wearing Chuck Taylor's 

A special scent, got my attitude like fuck haters 

It can't stop, fully loaded no time to rest 

My enemies plotting, got real thangs on my chest 

Grew up on freestyles, from S.U.C 

H-Town raised call me Nobody, cause I'm one deep 

Yeah a few cats rocking, but we rock steady 

Ke' the Don and Yung Ro daddy already, already yeah 



[Hook] 



[Lil' Keke] 

1993, that's when I blazed up the scene 

Original S.U.C., I'm the Freestyle King 

Rest in Peace Pat, I'ma make 'em love it mayn 

DJ Screw the king, he changed up the whole game 

Niggaz say I'm finished, and the Don is offended 

I come from undergrounds, and made a million independent 

It's 2005, it got's to be known 

The Young Don is back, and I'm coming for the throne 

A G till I die, dominating like a veteran 

And ask Bank One, about the checks I'm collecting 

Niggaz just kepping, I'm back hungry rapping 

They need to get some Oscars, for the way that they acting 

I'm kidnapping, my own self in the booth 

I'm loading up my pen, then I'm shooting with the truth 

This H-Town baby, our music Chopped & Slowed 

Some G's till we die, it's the Don and Yung Ro yeah 



[Hook] 



[Yung Ro] 

Grew up in a place where they say most don't, but some get it 

And the respect is measured by, when they done with it 

An O.G. told me, stick to the G-Code 

Youngin' you too eager, tighten up on that free throw 

Trying to make my ghetto dreams, a reality 

Me and them other dudes, got a whole different mentality 

Y'all went wrong, putting me and Ke' in the booth 

The way I put it in they face, call me the proof 

Just bought a box of cigarillos, from the corner sto' 

I got my game face on, we playing dominoes 

They shooting dice watch out, you better catch that 

Six and eight running mates, so nigga bet that 

Bet back, cause my bet good I keep it coming 

And all the homies in the hood, hollin' one hundred 

Yung back again, with the Don Keke 

These boys feather weight mayn, and we G's-we G's 



[Hook] 



[talking] 

Yeah uh-huh, I like that my nigga I like that 

Uh-huh, shit feeling this shit here man