Lyrics:
I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homicidal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I
in that mode
I'on move by tha play, stay out my way
Ninja by ya face, I can tell how you wanna run tha race
Peep tha waist, you can see tha blade,
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
see
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop now
Play tha music On play it On never stop oh oh oh
Oh mr
by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you ain't no. I've been poppin'
like they know me
Niggas be cuffing like tha police now these hoes acting like they want me
I'm in tha yo with my migo we having crap by tha kilo
She
(Whip whip)
Where I'm at? Where ya thought? (Huh?)
Runnin' plans, runnin' plays, put on my sock (Br)
In tha rays, ain't no time to jot (Yup)
Get up off my
)
We really living
Now when we leave
Tha house
Can't leave wit out it
I kno why
They mad
I live tha life
They dream about it (live tha life they
your hand
You ain't no man
You get ran, off tha set, like a bitch
And if you stay, it's trigga play
Motherfucker, you get split
And once it's on,
that's a bluff
I walk tha walk
And talk tha talk
Just watch yo back
Cuz I don't play
Just sit back
watch tha bullets spray
It can be tomorrow
Can be today
knows how to bust down them scripts
Now everybody sipping WOCK & TRIS
Zaza I smoke it by tha zip
Clicquot to tha face im lit
No luck just blessings got me
tell ha come ova we freakin
I play w det pussy n den i go deep in
I put my hand on ha mouth no speakin
Hit from tha back im mike jackson i beat it
Im
wanna be tha man, till he get jammed
Told my niggas never fold and we all over-stand
Never let nothin in between
Now or never
By any means
Loyalty...
RIGHT THROUGH THE PAIN
YOU ONT KNO WUSSU WIT ME
BY NOW
YOU MUST NOT KNOW MY NAME
BITCH
IM RIGHT BACK TO BASICS
STUNNA FUCCCIN UP THA GAME
TAKING
7 grams of
Presidential blowin in tha wind
At 4 am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbor hood so what now got one
O left
go
Next by a glocc bitch im uppin a pole
Bitch call me billie cause bitch im tha goat
Yo bitch see tha flash nd she strikin a pose
This shit that im
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
dude
He like, Where you get them shoes?
She got em for me, That's cool
Yes sir I'm a fool wit it, old school bounce
Like Kareem Abdul when I play by
got the street sweeper broom?
All tha time B
You got your chronic there too?
All tha time!
Now the parties don't start until we walk in
Drunk off
blowing in tha wind
At 4am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbour hood so what now got one
O left you can snatch it 4 the seven
Nigga
Yo
Check my style , I'm tha youngest Nigga and I'm really wild
Flip a pound if you need it better get at me now
Cuz I could get tha whole bail
tha black on black
Niggas be stumblin'
And crumblin'
When we come
They get curled up
Tear they world up
When we come
Now Slim and B with
from tha ratchet
Happens if you tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play
where tha fuck I play
If you know me from bussen
You know I love trouble
And if you know me from stuntin
You know I love Bubble
And if you really know me
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