Damn, where have all the G's gone? Here's the rules if you wanna be a Real Muthafuckin G:
1. No more illegal activity. Get a fuckin education and make them millions. I know what y'all punk ass bitches thinking "Mr. Roachclip's gone soft." No, muthafuckas. You all get thrown in jail and be packing each other's fudge for like 5-10 years. Then when you guys get out the pen, you go on with your gay shit.
Proof:
You got Lil Wayne kissing Baby, Jay Z sharing an apartment with his Rocawear male model/running back Larry Johnson, Ma$e fucking tranny hookers, Benie Sigel poppin ecstasy rubbin and kissin Peedi Crakk all over youtube. That brings me to number two.
2. No taking ecstasy or meth or none of that shit. Weed and Beer only.
3. No colorful ass japanese clothing with all this graffiti, silly string shit all over it. Get some khakis, some basic t shirts and some Chuck Taylors or Nike Cortez.
4. You can only listen to rap made before 1998. Only exception: Lil Eazy E's music and Sade.
5. Get into shape. Real gangstas get lots of pussy. Gangsta's need stamina. Y'all weak little punks lookin like either soulja boy or Fat Albert. Eat some Steaks and start liftin weights. Look at my son for example. That's gangsta.
Now I now some of you weak, mark ass cats will be thinkin I'm crazy. Fine, don't listen to me. I hope your happy when your in your 30's still slangin, having to piss for your P.O. with like 4 kids runnin around. Baby Mama drama, hatin on us Millionaire cats with Maybachs and shit as you pourin gas in the carburator trying to start your 78 oldsmobile. That's cool though cause you "kept it real" huh? True, kept it real stupid.
Man up, you bitches.
Be a Real Muthafuckin G.
March 31, 2008
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