[Chorus x2 - Bun B]   Im a G Nigga you dont know about me.    Im a G Nigga you dont know about me.    Im a G Nigga you dont know about me    but yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see.       [Verse 1 - Bun B]   I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta    dont smile and dont laugh in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist.    I aint small mothafucka im takin up some space with a size 11 shoe    that'll kick u in yo face bitch   im all about a crime and ready to catch a case.    i aint scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place   i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face    stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon   coverin yo body juice loose on a curve    i serve it like a tennis ball straight up the minice    yall i positon and competition and when i finish    yall can clear the collin and call the corrin tell him next again    we shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a mexican    may never plex again not like he can    but just in case he get resurrected is best he understands       [Chorus]      [Verse 2 - Bun B]   I see these niggaz doin a lot of talkin    but they never back it up bout the work they movin or the paper   they stackin up u niggaz    got the crack it up    the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we aint buyin'em   so pack it up 84's    click clack it up and down towners from westside to the east    we keep the G and that's a promise    but yo plaque on summers americas most wanted   we criminal backgrounds and ready to straight   flauted only take is a salt dropper or a instagator    messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater    im a lay it down like a baby    ready to nap cuz im a trill nigga ready to clap    now wats up    i slap a nigga    scope him with a back hand left    and continue till nobody from yo whack clan left    bet u might cheat left    and u might cheat the dealer    but u neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella       [Chorus]      [T.I. talking in chorus]   P$C nigga - UGK - Free Pimp C - let me at it boy       [Verse 3 - T.I.]   Hey tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga    dont they say they got some blowin    im the one them niggaz   get it from they talkin shit is best interest is to get a gun    grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run.    sissy niggaz sweeter then a cinnabun wannem    knocked off we the ones    u gotta get it done a lot of rappers say they g's    i dont feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys im still a don.    old g's usual low key movin   em 03 dont look up at my window    u dont know me gangsta    gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint    i aint the kind u wanna see me aks ar's    i cant decide i got the mind of the hustler halacious grind man    i hold my city down like i anchor eyim.       [Chorus]