it went like this son
all tied up until i won
damn winning is fun
pulled over on vine
nickel plated 9 ain't mine
guess who's doing time
livin in ought ought
the black man still being bought
and sold, shit is cold
choose words carefully
to express my point of view
lines get rave reviews
bun in the oven
ya know my boy's gonna be
the killa MC
doesn't take much time
when i want to i compose
epic battle rhymes
shiver in my bones
feelin the need head to toes
man i got the jones
nigga entrusted
counted on when shit goes down
eyes all over town
staples center punk
sucka stepped like he knowed me
dunked him like kobe
bass thumpin on nine
studio bounces in time
shoutin out my lines
sobriety's old
bitch left me out in the cold
cocaine makes me bold
got my game face on
muthafucka who crossed me
won't live to see dawn
nigga turned around
wants to know what's goin down
shot without a sound
ain't no foolin you
thats right kid, they booin' you
i'm out ku-in' you
put on a beating
i don't need no club to fight
bluff me get beat right
custom ducati
high speed chase, cops up on me
afro all blurred G
they all on my dick
cuz this nigga dont fake shit
watch who you fuck wit
wanna make morning?
consider this a warning
nigga stop whoring
we all agree on
you nuthin but a peon
shit's up in neon
your moves are sloppy
your girl calls me king papi
you got no hope G
so check it out son
worth one hundred million
bought your girl a benz
i know you wondered
count my money in hundreds
swiss banks got plundered
girls try to please me
nothing's good enough for me
'cept gold jewelry
knew you was a snitch
satchel fulla newsprint bitch
guess i pulled a switch
double glockin 'em
or heckler & kochin 'em
always dropping 'em
right when i walk in
all the ladies start clockin
panties be droppin
sure you makin green
but bitch i'm a man of means
beyond all your dreams
where's my money, yo?
nigga's got words but no dough
bitch street talk is cheap
caught glass pipe puffin
all along you been bluffin
bright lights big nothin
20 Gs ridin
girlie's rolls keep payin off
and she has nice tits
game six mania
i'm courtside at the garden
camby lands on me
lines got top billin
in the studio chillin
makin a killing
trouble writing lines
maybe i just turn to crime
these is some hard times
a green eyed gangsta
never no need for robbin
just do it for fun
on the street gunnin
deep cover police run-in
sucka got done in
i'm the g-ku pope
in the masses spreadin hope
they kiss my gold rope
he stepped to take mine
left him in a chalk outline
body ID time
my friday night fix
in bed with one or two chicks
babu in the mix
i bet on hard eight
they count my winnings by weight
keep em on the take
crew's on ducatis
got kevlar and mp5s
takin suckas lives
you pimp like moses
better know who your foes is
or push up roses
car was doin swerves
pulled over, busted with herb
handcuffed on the curb
stepped, actin a fool
schooled the fool, won the duel
relaxed, lit a kool
stock option flipper
slik robe and gucci slippers
gin and two strippers
a shifty eyed hood
know you'd live it if you could
you're just not that good
actin all shady
don't matter if you blame me
bcuz they pay me
g-haiku is next
so sit back while i get the
keys to my lexus
no one else around
car to car making the rounds
n train brooklyn bound
sucka stepped to me
sent packin like the Falcons
sip my gin and grin
madness and drama
hideout in the bahamas
drop a-salam-as
my pills stop the pain
all y'all whisperin my name
just got god to blame
the g-haiku king
gots a fine platinum ring
hit yo face it stings
done makin money
on the porch with my honey
watchin the kids play
dotted line seal it
seven figure dealin it
no more stealin it
you cryin boo hoo
master of the g-haiku
got it all on you
i get oohs and aahs
from girls in your entourage
givin' up applause
you thought it was done
then i got paged 9-1-1
now you on the run
my lines got timing
i'm countin my syllables
not out for rhymin
got my silencer
cap that sucka in his bed
wife don't know he's dead
4-5 on my waist
and a 9 on my ankle
so stand the fuck back
mic out the gun rack
i'm mountin verbal attacks
best you should step back
style's unorthodox
my diamonds big fat rocks
not just cash but stocks
white sneakas shinin
so i took out my nine an'
got me some nikes
travel among kings
rolexes diamond rings
all the finest things
pull out my 4-5
and aim it at that sucka
dead muthafucka
my words is haiku
drop bombs never no playin'
know what i'm sayin'
roll to the party
bitches and tricks step to me
tell me I'm money
no time for half steps
take the mic and wreck that shit
never gonna quit
all about money
a machine counts my hundreds
i got many stacks
these is the good times
we committin' haiku crimes
droppin' some fresh rhymes
