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And 2 My G's
Z‐Ro feat. Taz
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One of my partners have been shot
And all that's going through my mind
Is he dead or alive? When I'm pacing the flo'
And looking around my 4-5
Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama
But the silence is killing me, checking on his family
Saying a prayer for him and his mama
Come through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain
Relieve my tension, I'm flinching when they mention name
Big D, come G, I don't want you to die
Remember when we use to dip
In your day-day Coupe and get high?
Remember, when you use to think I was crazy and wouldn't chill with me
You would come and pick me up the flip, and smoke some kill with me
I really appreciate the love that was shown
I'ma keep the faith and never leave you alone
You can depend on me, got down on my knees
And I prayed, until you recovered
Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game
Because there's money to be made, and I won't knock you
Just watch yourself when you in them streets
And keep your heat up under your seat when you creep
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
You use to call me G.I., but to me you were the soldier indeed
Even though you dodged the cops daily, you would hit my crib up with weed
Freestyling to beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay
You should have got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday
If he's really a friend, you would turn him in
That's what the laws would tell us
And fellas would talk about turning you in
How could your hood be so jealous?
And ready to give out the location, of a G on the move
Somebody tell me, is your partner's freedom worth some money to you?
But I know he's in the county jail stressed, fuck stabbing you in your back
'Cause they smile up in your face, and stab you in your chest
And it's kinda hard to receive the swishas they pass me
When I feel I got to watch the people, they call his still family
Must have saw it coming, 'cause it happened the way you said it would unfold
My name is Grady, and they watch me like the Super Bowl
Now that you're not around, I'ma still put it down the way you told me to do
And when I go gold it's dedicated to you, and to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
I'm still trying to figure out what happened
One minute you here, then the next you was gone
Just think quick, I lost my nigga
Victimized to the game, and we still mourn
But nigga hold on, 'cause I know it's living life
Trapped in this cell, trying to ease the pain
But it still remains each time I put you in jail
And it's hard to accept the fact that you a cellmate, my nigga
Po' out some liquor, and sure wish was here to light up this swisha
And I'll never forget the advice you gave me about life, 'cause you were right
Don't shake them dikes, 'cause the rules apply, ain't always precise
I'm paying a price, my freedom been taken away
And they threw away the key, trapped in misery
'Cause suffering forced me to run these streets so desperately
And to my G's watch your back, 'cause it ain't no love in these streets
It seems like each day, there's a different way to fall victim to defeat
'Cause if you real with your boy, it'll hurt to see him fall off
When a forty get low, point to the curb, just letting you know you thought of
No matter what, when you get out, things'll still be the same
But until then, hold on nigga, and don't worry 'bout a damn thang (don't worry)
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry 'bout a damn thing
And to my G's
Don't worry
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open doors
And a nigga can't feel at home in this world no mo'
Feel at home in this world no mo'