Lyrics:
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Eatin' pussy right in front of me
Wednesday, we sun feast
Broke that nigga after that
We bought a Hummer G
Thursday, we took it home
Friday we get some mo
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
the good shit to post,
Tryin' to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke,
But here goes 5 g's an dubbs,
You can probably catch mo 'cause
mean U.G.K
Done hooked up with Master P
We about to bring this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans
Hustler, baller,
on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
brought me nathin'
But a 50 couple of mo hoes
And major playa hatin'
A nigga can't win for losin'
I'm might be choosin' the wrong thang to do
But
be to O.G. ? loves thee
Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up
Seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
with my frame of mind
Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides
It's g.b. family, fuck y'all bitch-mades
We in the game to run the whole thang
one big family, it's all DPG (DPG)
I got a G on the best bomb money can buy
I ain't out for no homicides, I'm out to survive
Dogg Pound,
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
that I regret (no mo)
But I done shaked that life 'cause B.G. got plans (off top)
From being a wise guy to becoming a made man
(Chorus) 4x
I got
to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio
Ain't nothing but a g thang baby
Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy
Can't fade me, died lately
never gon rest
My 16's be like a quest
Better sit back and prepare for my address
Collaborated, by the Southside V-E T
Singing off always, R-ID-G
E-M-O-N
Eatin' pussy right in front of me
Wednesday, we sun feast
Broke that nigga after that
We bought a Hummer G
Thursday, we took it home
Friday we get some mo
but
I'm a be a J-U double G-A-L-O by killin' every body
I call myslef a jugglao 'cause my face painted y'all go ahead and kill the scene
We'll come
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
mé faoin chlár
Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe
Is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn
A chaithfeadh liomsa an oÃche
Agus páirt mhór den lá
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray
with this thug livin', will I escape prison?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance, and if you slang
Then you'd better
stopping me
Vinci Golbetrotta I be driving by the water in the way down to LBC
Pull up on my nigga PayPay on the late late get to cookin' up that flame
I be
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