Lyrics:
I'm tired of seein' nigga's get stressed
And fucked with no grease
No peace, no justice
Motherfuck this
Live BG's doin dirt outta cuttless
Gang
I'm cutthroat, BG4L
(Hoodwitanotha1)
H$M
I'm still in the streets, nigga
Yeah, Momotherfucking 3, nigga
Like two o-clock I got call that
BG's blastin, puttin men to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
Murder, murder,
to the game
You hear C or B.G. and ya gotta know them names
Now all y'all done heard of me
Now I'm C-Murder
I done things y'all ain't never heard of
Now
Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you realah
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
Only my dead niggas could of live to see this
I appreciate
where its at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me duckin' them white folks nigga
Its a hard time comin' up where I'm from like a twister
the K firing
(B.G.)
Me and my boy Lil' Wayne rolling
Strapped up in black clothes ain't no ass holing
Up in the bubble lye black tints ducked
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me
In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me
the whole hood rollin
BG's get you what you want when you need it
I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat
from Manchester to Century
BG's walkin' in packs to elementary
afterschool some had 'hood patrol
and watched deals on the corner
while others had skills
B.G.]
No bullshit, no frontin' no stunnin' (stunnin
All on my money is getting back to the money (money)
Back to the cheese (cheese) back
Pops you out
Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The Ojays
Shit, hell this even for the BG's
[Chorus till fade]
get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G. - original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police
I keep it real with the real - that's all I know,
life for lil' B.G.
Bubbles and Hummers, Burbans with TV's
Beamers and 'Lacs, bikes, Tahoe's and Volvo's
Prowlers and PT Cruisers for lo-lo's
Change
That ass stuntin
(b.g.)
See where I'm from we huslle to make a livin
From riving surfing what eva you name it then gizzle did it
What eva bringing
Separate good from fake and the love and the hate
In my life In my life
[B.G.]
I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin
B.G. lived
dropped
I represent uptown
I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns
I from the place of places
I be the ace of aces
You can't beat the B.G.
I went
I floss baggetts, princess cuts and Lexus trucks wit my dogz
And if you wanna live and raise yo kids, don't fuck wit my dogz
[B.G. Duke]
Gettin'
man yes we do
An you don't want no drama nigga - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
[B.G.]
My name still B.G., we it's said it rang
was your loving, your loving
Joe: Your love
Background:BG: Baby
:Joe: I couldn't get over you
Background:BG: It was your loving (x2)
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader
Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
[B.G.]
When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all
When it comes down to G shit, I get it all
When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
the K off in my hand,
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man
Second Verse:
B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt,
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne,
we ready and willin'
Ya hear about the latest west side killin'
Forty sippin', set trippin', fo' dippin'
Get the grip in, neva slippin'
BG's tryin'
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