Invaders
Yea, yea (Yea, yea)
Yea, yea (Yea, yea)
Yea, yea (Yea, yea)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get yuh' shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get yuh' shit knocked off, head splitted'
I'm with it, I shitted, on the track take that P Diddy
I'm litty' like fifty, I got the powers you cowards ain't with it
Must be silly, call me billy, two guns, Kingston, West Indies
Oh really, you bout that life, you talk real hype, but scared to fight
Pull up on a nigga' dump, dump
So many bullets flying don't know where it came from
Don't let go, what's your name son?
Doctors try to save him but his brain numb
Keep it G one thousand
That's the way we grow up where we come from
Keep it G one thousand
That's the way we raise where we come from
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Whappen' to dem' TeX
Stop di' talkin' if a war ting
Just empty the clip fire spark him, Blum'
That's the big dog barkin' loudly while the K dem' clattin'
Man a real G for the streets dog, so watch how yuh' speak dog
My clarks will kick out yuh' teeth dog, head top 'affi get peel off
Pull up on yuh' blocka' 'ratatatah
Nuh' where fi runna' head full a coppa'
Yea, yea buss it any day yea
Yardi' we nuh' play yea, bare blood a spray yea
From a war ting, that's easy
One figure pon' the trigga' and squeeze it
Suh' nuh' badda' tell me fi' ease it
Beat it heavy body start move speedy
From a war ting, bring it all come,
Affi' link up TeX wit the tall guns
Which boy door
Kick it all dung' Huh, nuh' badda' tell me fi' calm dung
Yea, yea buss it any day yea
Yardi' we nuh' play yea, bare blood a spray yea
Kuff' Kaf wi' nuh' tek talk
Gun shot a fly through yuh head path, yeah
Mek' mi' link up the Fiyah MC den'
War dem' want, fire, fire dem' see den'
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Yea, yea (Yea, yea)
Yea, yea (Yea, yea)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get yuh' shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get yuh' shit knocked off, head splitted'
I'm with it, I shitted, on the track take that P Diddy
I'm litty' like fifty, I got the powers you cowards ain't with it
Must be silly, call me billy, two guns, Kingston, West Indies
Oh really, you bout that life, you talk real hype, but scared to fight
Pull up on a nigga' dump, dump
So many bullets flying don't know where it came from
Don't let go, what's your name son?
Doctors try to save him but his brain numb
Keep it G one thousand
That's the way we grow up where we come from
Keep it G one thousand
That's the way we raise where we come from
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Whappen' to dem' TeX
Stop di' talkin' if a war ting
Just empty the clip fire spark him, Blum'
That's the big dog barkin' loudly while the K dem' clattin'
Man a real G for the streets dog, so watch how yuh' speak dog
My clarks will kick out yuh' teeth dog, head top 'affi get peel off
Pull up on yuh' blocka' 'ratatatah
Nuh' where fi runna' head full a coppa'
Yea, yea buss it any day yea
Yardi' we nuh' play yea, bare blood a spray yea
From a war ting, that's easy
One figure pon' the trigga' and squeeze it
Suh' nuh' badda' tell me fi' ease it
Beat it heavy body start move speedy
From a war ting, bring it all come,
Affi' link up TeX wit the tall guns
Which boy door
Kick it all dung' Huh, nuh' badda' tell me fi' calm dung
Yea, yea buss it any day yea
Yardi' we nuh' play yea, bare blood a spray yea
Kuff' Kaf wi' nuh' tek talk
Gun shot a fly through yuh head path, yeah
Mek' mi' link up the Fiyah MC den'
War dem' want, fire, fire dem' see den'
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real G's (Yeah)
Toast to my real niggas' (Yeah)
Toast to the real, G's (Yeah)
Some boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
Boys love to talk, but I'm with it
Get your shit knocked off, head splitted'
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Writer(s): Joall Mcgeachie
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