Lyrics:
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity
Ah, this is how
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity
Ah, this is how
ain't gon lie can I hit maybe just a little bit
Hit him from the back hit him real fast
Think I broke his back maybe just a little bit
Saw a little jit
down
Gotta the lighter to my lungs
Can't hold a candle to the kid he gon blow it out
Baby I'm just showing out
Maybe I can show ya how
But i know you
to all real niggas
Handle ya biz
I learned from the OGz
That's how it is
Rule number 1
Thats loyalty
2 Get ya money
So ya family
Won't need for shit
3 Keep
[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in
over, walkin' like a soldier I told ya
Shorty droppin' bombs and shit, like Oklahoma
Kinda soul, comin' wit that bomb for sure
Run for shelter little
they surrounded by 4nem
Helping take this Load off me
Bet I get that load off me
How the fuck you fold on me
Why the fuck you fold on me
Say it was
preachin'
Just be showin'
Knowin' how yo people doin
Doin music cause it get the people goin
Make em wanna see the lessons that I'm showin'
Feel the pain
Ow, good God
(I'm down at the club, y'all, yeah)
Boogie down baby (Move ya)
Shake what ya mama made
I see by how you movin'
You could take it,
through me (me me)
Teccanina doin' this, he doin' that,
stingin' the women like a bumble bee (bee bee)
Don't believe everything you hearin' up in
four, free up your mind
D-E-F Tech commin' at ya with the rhymes
We just doin' how we doin' livin' our way too true
Bein' us as we livin' in this Tokyo
holds
Like house keepers, We know you to fold
Straight from high school right to the pros
Know how to work a stove
Gotta get it by any means thats what i
Diamonds are forever,
they wont leave in the night i've no fear that they might.
Desert me!!
Uhh, F and F, uhh
Diamonds are forever
Yeah, ya no
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
(Killer)
Yeah
I'm a (boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (killer)
Made all this money from doin' this (yeah, look)
(D.A. got that dope)
Now
dollar bills, gotta get it how you live
Trill is when you hustle so you go out there and get it
Doin' whatever you gotta do to make a meal ticket
ya they tryna get my bitch to hang out with the boys
Little pussy boy ill pull up with that nine and make some fuckin noise
Yall aint shit guys cant
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
Chorus (2x's)
{Violent J}
Hey lady in the Jaguar
{Shaggy 2 Dope}
How'd you get you so much money
{Boondox}
What u doin' out here, down there, 'roud
sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my
sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my
Yeah
How y'all feelin' out there?
Sabor do Rio
Let's go
Ugh, yeah, c'mon
Lá-laiá
Laiá-laiá, laiá
Lá-laiá
Laiá-laiá, laiá
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