"We Gain Greene" lyrics
Max B & Alpac Lyrics
[Max B:]
Big Tone
Uh uh
Yea yea yea
We in the building
We back baby
Gain Greene
Bruno, another movement
It's ya boy
Biggaveli back with the team
Ima let them introduce 'themselves on this one
Ski on that wave
'Holla at ya boy
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
[Al Pac:]
Biggaveli readied the order so we 'ridin on Jimmy
That chump get out of line he get hit with the semi
This is gain greene bitch we don't fuck with them birds
Don't come back to Harlem, stay stuck in them 'burbs
Might gas that nigga up, he sound like Hov
Gotti fresh up out the can and I'm ready to roll
This is 40th bitch, you know how we rock
Keep talking indirect, don't come to the block
If you fuck with a boss you will get accost
I'll cut your braids out with a Octopus shot
Down to ride with my team Ya'll don't want no drama
Young Pac to the park the boys a problem
And I'm back in the coupe (yes)
Back in the booth
These bitches suck and swallow in the back of the coupe
We all get this cream
You know what I mean
This is Gain Greene bitch and we reign supreme
'Holla
[Max B:]
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
I'm heavy duty with a Mossberg
Gucci boots, Louie Louie in the fox fur
I pop her, popped her
Mommy don't worry about your little friend, I got her
The cop that got her
Heavy in the loot
Got the bezy 'lookin fruit
Got the dezie in the coup
Ima hit you with the wave
Sweep you up from under your Nikes
Bonton chips and a nice tea
You ain't 'gotta like me
I ain't 'gotta like you
You ain't 'gotta hype me
I ain't 'tryna fight you
I'm just 'tryna squeeze off
Breeze off, squeeze off
Slugs from the eight, take your Teas off
He soft
Ain't 'gonna work out
Get you murked out
Bring employee purse out
Go and get your girdle belt
Bullets make your turtle belt
It's heavy as it get
Gain Greene nigga we them gun boys
Motherfucker fuck the mainstream
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
Big Tone
Uh uh
Yea yea yea
We in the building
We back baby
Gain Greene
Bruno, another movement
It's ya boy
Biggaveli back with the team
Ima let them introduce 'themselves on this one
Ski on that wave
'Holla at ya boy
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
[Al Pac:]
Biggaveli readied the order so we 'ridin on Jimmy
That chump get out of line he get hit with the semi
This is gain greene bitch we don't fuck with them birds
Don't come back to Harlem, stay stuck in them 'burbs
Might gas that nigga up, he sound like Hov
Gotti fresh up out the can and I'm ready to roll
This is 40th bitch, you know how we rock
Keep talking indirect, don't come to the block
If you fuck with a boss you will get accost
I'll cut your braids out with a Octopus shot
Down to ride with my team Ya'll don't want no drama
Young Pac to the park the boys a problem
And I'm back in the coupe (yes)
Back in the booth
These bitches suck and swallow in the back of the coupe
We all get this cream
You know what I mean
This is Gain Greene bitch and we reign supreme
'Holla
[Max B:]
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
I'm heavy duty with a Mossberg
Gucci boots, Louie Louie in the fox fur
I pop her, popped her
Mommy don't worry about your little friend, I got her
The cop that got her
Heavy in the loot
Got the bezy 'lookin fruit
Got the dezie in the coup
Ima hit you with the wave
Sweep you up from under your Nikes
Bonton chips and a nice tea
You ain't 'gotta like me
I ain't 'gotta like you
You ain't 'gotta hype me
I ain't 'tryna fight you
I'm just 'tryna squeeze off
Breeze off, squeeze off
Slugs from the eight, take your Teas off
He soft
Ain't 'gonna work out
Get you murked out
Bring employee purse out
Go and get your girdle belt
Bullets make your turtle belt
It's heavy as it get
Gain Greene nigga we them gun boys
Motherfucker fuck the mainstream
Gotta loaded four four loaded with a mag (full of rounds baby)
I 'gotta room full of horny little niggas baby open your mouth (open your mouth baby)
It's gain greene my nigga we gain greene
It's gain greene my bitches we gain greene
We ain't steal from bitches we take cream
Team greene
Niggas ain't fucking with fiends
