Lyrics Too $hort – G–2000

What y’all know about this shit man, okay
Yeah (niggaz desperate to be) nationwide baby
(But don’t really know what it means to be)
A new millenium (a real true G)

Verse One
Us young niggaz came up with nothin but hopes and dreams
Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin
A new invention to this dope game, I’m slangin CD’s
instead of cocaine, meanwhile takin it in and gainin mo’ game
My background descended from the hustlers and pimps
True redemption for you niggaz, I blew up like the blimp
Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews
My momma told me never follow fools

Verse Two
On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin like track meets
Tax freak, class G, servin up them crack trees
Joe Rizza, rhyme blizza, from the streets ’til I take my roll
I take control, bank fold, ain’t never gon’ sell my soul
I stay committed, when shit go down in my town they say I did it
I gots ta get it, and when yo’ stash look touched you know I hit it
You won’t admit it, we bring it hella from that Detroit city
Nitty gritty, kick so much ass it gets my gators shitty

Chorus: singer
Niggaz desperate to be
But don’t really know what it means to be

Verse Three
Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I’m talkin I’m bustin
Dumpin bullets in my foes, trigger pullin on you hoes
Born with the soul of a soldier; you don’t even know what it means
to be a G well fuck with me and I’ma show ya
The definition, of a killer nigga, get that nigga
Bring him to me but don’t kill him, let me deal with him
Cause I’ma peel him with my scalp, wodie shoulda kept his mouth closed
Now it’s gonna scream high notes, like some altos

Verse Four
My nigga the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash niggaz to pieces
Slash the anger from my gun crucify you bitches like Jesus
Squash beef, respect those when my niggaz roll through
You claimin a side I’m claimin trues when you make yo’ move I make my move
Showtime fool, as I think about how you chin checked
Any minute they drop like two bitches beggin to get wet
Have some respect, cause on my team, a nigga marine
Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no love to all these hoe fiends

Verse Five
360 degrees fool! Shit, I burn like a Pyrex
So which one of you motherfuckers wanna step up, and die next?
Appetite for mutilation, gangster 2000
An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin
We roll like Dayton, wires, we keep yo’ block on fire
Not Juvenile, but I crush empires, fuckin with me
I hurt you, like a Jamaican {?}
My bitch get evil like {?} a nigga murder mad

Chorus

Female singer:
Gangster 8x
To all the true gangsters
Gangster 8x
To all my true gangsters