Baby Baby

"Shot fired" "Give it up" "That's right, everythin' be" "You gotta" - "Give it up" "Yea, well" "It looks like they gon' fight too" "It's serious" "Give it up" "Yo hold up dawg" "Everythin' be" "Give it up" Ayo it's fifty two states and we hittin' all of them Party e'yday, hotels suites and shop They eatin' food like Kings, Barbarians rather We corner stray Vultures 'cause we all savage Goin' Apes on the chicks, we did the girls foul But they likely gon' bananas on the stage Wit madd bottles or the Henny rock, the crowds gon' crazy Ayo there's million fifty-two dimes, you can't hit all of 'em Just get you a nice ass boo and you'll be on dunn But y'all niggaz so thirsty 'til that Virus bite you on your ass is dirt I seen people die Aids my Pops is one of them I seen people get clipped with shots that were sprayed And that hell fire blaze, 'cause people wanna throw all their weight Only the Creator know what took place [Chorus] Ay baby? Ga'head make me rip baby Madd bullets in your shit baby Plus you get stomped in baby, babe-babe-baby-baby Say baby? Get your mind off me baby Keep your mind on your ring baby And bets stay where you be baby, babe-babe-baby-baby Why I need madd guns? When my nine worth fine, my are's plus They talkin' 'bout vestin' up, nigga come how you want I got some for you fucks, I don't black out I pull conscious murder, I'm perfectly insane and fully aware I'm hurtin' sumtin' It could pop off twenty four-seven, it's nobody safe, its no one for help You gotta go through your own things Handle your shit; make your own gun ring Me? You better send nines, I'ma shoot the first .4-5 Mary J Blige R&B niggaz, they singin' the blues 'cause we more uppin' them niggaz baby You fuckin' wit the wrong set of dudes But my songs speak for itself, the choices is on you [Chorus] "Eh-huh" "Eh-huh" "Give it up" "Eh-huh" "Eh-huh" "Give it up" "Eh-huh" "Eh-huh" "Give it up" "Eh-huh" "It looks like they gon' fight too" "It's serious" "Give it up" "Eh-huh" "Eh-huh" "Give it up"