Lyrics:
They was snortin' coke
Cocaine fever, cocaine fever, Free B.G., Free B.G
Cocaine fever, you addicted can't stop sellin' dope
Cocaine fever, I'm
on beats (yeah, sell dope on beats)
BMF, BG (skrrt, BMF, BG)
YSL (slime, YSL), Offset, QC ('set, Offset, QC)
Four pockets full (count up, four pockets
My pants on but they sagging
Fuck who can't understand it
Let D Arci and Lil Mogul
So my BG's understand it
Somewhere on the corner, possibly on a Soma
Aim, freeze the Glock stay cocked
Aim, freeze the Glock stay cocked
Aim, freeze the Glock stay cocked
Aim
I put that on my life
My hoe, my BG's in
block
No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep
With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet
I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in
raw
Like u never saw
Music up to par
And i wont stop until i make u rock
So understand that i cane make u dance..
(chorus)
They call me bg so listen
peeping your people, now two fuckin' hoods done bailed in
Wonderin' if he's G or a B-G, sportin' locs and a beanie
Tryna mad dog, you can't see me
Now I
I'm peeping your people, now two fuckin' hoods done bailed in
Wonderin' if he's G or a B-G, sportin' locs and a beanie
Tryna mad dog, you can't see me
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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,
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]
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