"Gap Band" lyrics

Yeah, it's ya boy
Boss Don Biggavell
I got my boy with me
Al Peezly
Already know what this is, man
Got me back in the game
Let's do it for Gain Greene
Let's go

Niggas see me in the game, leaning like a six-four
Niggas is poodles and I'm the Pitbull
Max shit sure, take for shit, so secure
My Chinchilla tricks is all fur
No sir, Y'all niggas ain't ready for the wrath
I'm 'bout to make it a very bloody bath. bloody matts
Money stashed, in case I get in a jam
Don't you be in the way, when I'm lettin' the gun 'blam
Gun jam, never that, niggas try to start gettin' too clever
I think I want red and black
I'm ahead of that, like ten steps
Boss Don, not Dipset
Baby, I want the bigger checks
I ain't know the half 'bout math (Nope)
Now I'm a mean, green, spending machine
All my songs is 'bout cash, 'bout ass
Baby, why don't you come and get a shot, of some formula Fifty-Four?
Dame, get me a whore, ow

I'm in Heaven (Heaven)
Without my girlfriend (My girl), my lucky girlfriend
(You see I) Had a dream I was kinky, one girl made it come true
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
See these niggas, they hate me, for some things they won't do
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
Got 'em fiendin' for Biggavell, they all want more domain
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
Streets fiendin' for Biggavell, the fiends want more Cocaine
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)

Al Pac, what you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna call Max B
I said, what you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gonna join Gain Greene

Young Pac in this bitch, lets speed up the tempo (Yeah)
Love with my chips, money over these bimbos
Niggas say "Al you make it look simple" (Simple)
Run up on the Don, get popped like a pimple (Bang)
Balling on you pussies and the niggas that you roll with
Left a rapper dead, hit 'em up with the four-fifth (Uh)
Bullet in his head, leave his ass on the floor stiff
Gain Greene boys, go hard on this old shit (Hard)
Gotti get it popping, bitch I'm bringing the hood back (Back)
Fuck Amal bitches, but I love me a hood rat
Sippin' Grand Cru when blowing on the best bud
Got these streets hoping that your fiending for the best stuff
Cock suckers hating 'cause I'm doing my thing
All these haters wanna see a nigga back in the bing (Nah)
Bigga kept his word, so I'm ready to ride
Canned nothing on you birds, niggas fuck with the guy (Gotti)

I'm in Heaven (Heaven)
Without my girlfriend (My girl), my lucky girlfriend
(You see I) Had a dream I was kinky, one girl made it come true
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
See these niggas, they hate me, for some things they won't do
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
Got 'em fiendin' for Biggavell, they all want more domain
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)
Streets fiendin' for Biggavell, the fiends want more Cocaine
(A-na-na-na-na-neh)