B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - Fuck That Shit lyrics

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[talking]

What's up (what's up) nigga

Act like you know who this is

If you don't know who this is nigga

It's Lil' B. Gizzle, it ain't B. Geezie no more

You understand, it's Chopper City Records nigga

You heard me, for 2002, and I'ma give it to you

Uncut and raw, look



[B.G.]

It's bout time I bring B. Gizzle, on the scene

Remind niggas, who forgot I'm still bout that beef

And I brings the heat, if it's daylight or night time

I bangs heat, from AK's, macks and nines

Now I ride, believe me when I stress that there

Or that round thang on your neck, I'ma wet that there

Split that there, splat that there, bust that there

And this ain't conversation lil one, trust that there

I hit your set with that K, and up that there

You can't duck from them 50 shots, or run nowhere

Right where you stand my nigga, you done right there

Mama hollin', don't let that be my son right there

Well mama I'm sorry, that's your son right there

His body, his brains, and his long wife there

Ain't bout to let no nigga play me, fuck that there

They find you smelling like a skunk, same time next year



[Hook - 2x]

I'ma set these niggas straight, fuck that shit

Well I'ma put em in they place, fuck that shit

And let em know B. Gizzle here to stay, fuck that shit

Now if you down with me nigga, holla fuck that shit



[B.G.]

If I say it I say it, cause I mean that there

If my finger on the trigger, gotta squeeze that there

I'm a hustler bout my money, so I keeps that work

Play with me I'll put you six feet, in that dirt

Mopping off, you know you could get stole like that

Thugging in public, B. Gizzle roll like that

Ki's of coke, ounces of dope, I sold that there

Narcotics period, I sold that there

Jacking niggas, killing niggas, I did that shit

If it come with this life of crime, I lived that shit

Knifes a motherfucker, if I'm telling the truth

They'll tell you ain't no telling, what Geezie'd do

Convicted felon, with a firearm quick to draw down

Think I'm playing play with me, watch how quick I draw down

Watch how quick I load it, cock it and set this bitch off

Just like now, I'm bout this set this bitch off



[Hook - 2x]

I'ma set these niggas straight, fuck that shit

Well I'ma put em in they place, fuck that shit

And let em know B. Gizzle here to stay, fuck that shit

Now if you down with me nigga, won't you grab your dick



[B.G.]

Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim

Hoes like that's a Hot Boy, I know him

Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip

Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped

Call me Doogie Gizzle, B. Gizzle or Bling Bling Slim

Hoes like, girl I wanna fuck him

Niggas who know me, know I bust fifty from the clip

Niggas who don't know me, they play with me and get flipped

I'm a hustler, I know a hundred and one ways how to hustle

Do what it take to get paid, hit the block

Running the shop, or pimp a bitch

That's a few, besides K in that and taking hits

I'm a rider, been a rider

I'm like Destiny's Child motherfucker, B. Gizzle is a survivor

Got my little brother, riding with me

Got Ke'noe on the track, motherfucker do you feel me

You gots to feel me, you gon feel me

Cause I'ma give it to you raw, what you seen is what you saw

And I got the sawed off pump, got the uzi got the K nigga

You better run but you can't run, cause you done you done diggity

Done dadda, motherfucker it's blocka blocka

From the chopper, it's no more existence for you

It's no resistance for you, but for me it's straight up

I'm a winner, not a beginner, I'm a veteran to this shit

I've been doing this shit a long time

Nigga know bout me, nigga know I'm bout mine

And I'ma shine nigga, it's 2000 and 2

So what the fuck you wanna do, it's Chopper City Records

Niggas thought I wasn't gon do it, niggas thought I wouldn't be successful

But look at me now, look at me standing tall

Look at me now nigga, I'ma ball till I fall

And you hate that, you can't take that

But you gotta take that, or get your head bust black



[talking]

Uh, how you love that, you gotta love that

I'm gonna run with this, I'm gonna run with that

Nigga, what the fuck up with you, ha

You can't-you can't take this, nigga

I got my nigga Jordan, Feen, Johnny

Uh, you gotta do it like that uh

What's happening Hurk nigga

Yeah, uh, we putting faces on shirts nigga

Got my little brother in this bitch

Uh huh, we doing this shit
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