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Boiling point

2026

The reunion

Plaques on the wall, boy

'87, nigga, when I flipped my whole brick, huh
Bitch, I kept it real, stayed away from ho shit, huh (Ho shit)
'91, nigga, now I'm headin' to the beach house (Beach house)
Nigga know it's gangster shit every time I speak out
Lil' mama know the rules, we gon' give 'em the blues (Give 'em the blues)
I told the ho the business, she respectin' the move
Back in my 'Lac and we put him on shoes quick
We don't resp?ct the game, you know we br?akin' the rules, bitch
Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah
Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke (Hold up, look)

Pop at niggas for nothin' (Nothin'), pop at niggas for trippin' (Trippin')
Pop at niggas for runnin' 'round this bitch actin' like bitches (Pussy)
I be standin' on business (Business), I be ridin' with switches (Switches)Thuggin' is how I'm livin' (Livin'), in and out of the prison (Yeah)
I'm the heart of the streets (Streets), in and out of the trenches (Trenches)
I'm a Hot Boy 'til I die, know that's a given
Last nigga played with my name, he still missin' (Still)
I love to see the face on the t-shirt with the picture (Face, yeah)
I'm tied with the mob (Mob), I'm tied with them guys (Guys)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, that fuckin' dollar sign (Yeah)
Play with us, we comin' like the fuckin' Taliban ('Ban)
It's Gizzle, nigga, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a man, yeah

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke

Y'all was happy to see me go 'cause that's when everybody start eatin'
That's when everybody start cookin' up, but nobody had no seasoning
Can't nobody make no real money, you was lucky if you broke even
I'm back now and I'm full-fledged with it, now y'all can start leavin'
And now y'all can stop breathin' 'cause my team about to go demon
Me, Birdman, B.G., Turk, Mannie Fresh, and the one they call Weezy
If you're family and you're smokin' weed with my opps, nigga, that's treason
Tryna take me out of my comfort zone, I'ma ring you out of my region
Got a water jug on my neck and wrist, that's Fiji and artesian
Dressed up in high fashion, nigga, like Coach Steve Sarkisian
My grandmother say, "Grandson, what I'ma do with y'all heathens?"
I say, "Grandma, shit, I don't know, you better deep-freeze my semen," uh

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke

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Plaques on the wall, boy

'87, nigga, when I flipped my whole brick, huh
Bitch, I kept it real, stayed away from ho shit, huh (Ho shit)
'91, nigga, now I'm headin' to the beach house (Beach house)
Nigga know it's gangster shit every time I speak out
Lil' mama know the rules, we gon' give 'em the blues (Give 'em the blues)
I told the ho the business, she respectin' the move
Back in my 'Lac and we put him on shoes quick
We don't resp?ct the game, you know we br?akin' the rules, bitch
Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah
Pickup at 11, concert at 11
Choppin' at them niggas with that AK-47, ah

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke (Hold up, look)

Pop at niggas for nothin' (Nothin'), pop at niggas for trippin' (Trippin')
Pop at niggas for runnin' 'round this bitch actin' like bitches (Pussy)
I be standin' on business (Business), I be ridin' with switches (Switches)Thuggin' is how I'm livin' (Livin'), in and out of the prison (Yeah)
I'm the heart of the streets (Streets), in and out of the trenches (Trenches)
I'm a Hot Boy 'til I die, know that's a given
Last nigga played with my name, he still missin' (Still)
I love to see the face on the t-shirt with the picture (Face, yeah)
I'm tied with the mob (Mob), I'm tied with them guys (Guys)
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, that fuckin' dollar sign (Yeah)
Play with us, we comin' like the fuckin' Taliban ('Ban)
It's Gizzle, nigga, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a man, yeah

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke

Y'all was happy to see me go 'cause that's when everybody start eatin'
That's when everybody start cookin' up, but nobody had no seasoning
Can't nobody make no real money, you was lucky if you broke even
I'm back now and I'm full-fledged with it, now y'all can start leavin'
And now y'all can stop breathin' 'cause my team about to go demon
Me, Birdman, B.G., Turk, Mannie Fresh, and the one they call Weezy
If you're family and you're smokin' weed with my opps, nigga, that's treason
Tryna take me out of my comfort zone, I'ma ring you out of my region
Got a water jug on my neck and wrist, that's Fiji and artesian
Dressed up in high fashion, nigga, like Coach Steve Sarkisian
My grandmother say, "Grandson, what I'ma do with y'all heathens?"
I say, "Grandma, shit, I don't know, you better deep-freeze my semen," uh

And, man, I came up from the bottom
Niggas from my hood don't wanna see me blow
Now they watchin' me like it's a problem
They wish they was on fire like the weed I smoke