Whose The 'g' Lyrics - Singles - Bg Knocc Out & Dresta

[Dresta] 

Yeah, I sit back and ask myself 

A question, y'know what i'm sayin 

Nigga who's the G 

Is it him, is it me 

[BG Knocc Out] 

Who's the G 

Is it him, him or me 

I can tell you blind to the facts 

So you can not see 

But you better recognise 

Whats infront of your eyes 

Putting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5 

Nigga, Compton style 

How you like me now 

If you can't fade these bustas 

Then you better run the town 

You thinks, when I was raised 

I was never taught to fight fair 

Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare 

Nigga I thought you knew 

That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin 

And givin up the hood since 83 

Did my first drive by, when I was only 8 

And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase 

In the blue IROC 

I had the cops on my jock 

Cos I was poppin shots 

At niggas on the next block 

Mark ass niggas is kinda bad for my health 

Next time you get a chance, ask yourself, nigga 

[Chorus X4] 

Who's the G, the K-N-O-double C, O-U-T 

So keep askin, and i'mma keep blastin 

[BG Knocc Out] 

Comin with that real 

Ain't no fakin or shakin 

Unlike these other punk motherfuckers perpatraitin 

Like they dogs and hogs 

And got the balls of a trojan 

But they get outta Dodge 

When they see me rollin 

Up they street 

Got the heat sittin on the front seat 

Niggas peep the BG 

And they begin to meet they fate 

Gettin ghost, cos they know 

That the gangsta be fucked with 

Cos when it's time to ride 

I'm tearing up shit 

Makin hits like the mob 

Quick to get the job done 

A superb hoodlum 

Disturbed, like the good son 

Come, come 

Watch a nigga get done, diddy, done 

I told you, that you can't get none 

You silly bum 

Stay down 

You can't deal, with the real 

So chill 

Take a look into the eyes of a nigga that kill 

No i'm not from Illtown 

But i'm down, with Naughty 

Next time you get the chance 

You better ask somebody 

[Chorus X4] 

[BG Knocc Out] 

I'm like Cube 

I act the fool 

When they tippin on the enemy 

Homicide is my tendency 

When i'm drunk of that henessy 

Niggas be 

All up on my set 

Takin smack, all behind a niggas back 

But they don't wanna scrap 

In the street, toe to toe 

Blow to blow, like some soldiers 

Behanded 

Nigga, and see whos standing when its over 

You too thin to win 

I'mma check that chin 

When i'm finished 

You ain't never try to step again 

Or even try to come near 

The gangsta mack of the year 

'Who this nigga think he is' 

I'm that nigga who you fear 

Beware 

Of a loc who ain't takin no shit 

And if you don't wanna get with you 

You better stay of my dick, nigga 

I'm rollin thick 

And my click, got my back 

Alert, and my studio is ready to attack 

And when you learn your lesson 

Bout steppin in my direction 

Take time out 

And ask yourself one question 

[Chorus till fade]