B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - 187 songtekst

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[B.G.]

I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.

Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty

And I will use, in a minute you six feet

I refuse to lose, I issue blues

It'll be no clues

When I strike, you lose

I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes

Your issue's.. where I hang

You cannot stand without your pistol in your hand

You ain't no man

You get ran.. off tha set... like a bitch

And if you stay.. it's trigga play

Motherfucker, you get split

And once it's on, it's on, you all in

I'm comin' full force after tha hissin'

Stay off tha block.. 'cause everyday I spin tha ben

Without a grin

Hot Boy$ I represent.. to tha end

Just me and my girlfriend

We out to win

Still got ki's for ten

I get from B

Bring 'em straight in tha U.P.T.

After tha pack it's chance for me off six deep

I front a nigga

Tried to play me, ain't playin' me

Thought it was all gravy

He got his issue



(Chorus4x [B.G.])

It's gon' be 187 after 187

It's gon' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11



[Juvenile]

They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me killed

But I done flipped.. tha fuckin' script.. and played it real

Now I'm dippin'.. an Expidition.. around tha corner

And can do.. just about.. whatever I want

I'm money-rollin'.. and it's legal

And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal

Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin'

Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in

It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's on again

I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'

Niggas knowin'.. now they hoin'.. to me for offers

I can't holla.. don't have no powder.. until tomorrow

But I got a.. couple of dollars.. that you can borrow

Nigga, go

You're 'round my door.. you're drawin' heat

You can go.. but on this porch you destroyin' me

No exception.. at disrespectin'.. can't let it happen

Now you step in.. my fuckin' section.. talkin' 'bout jackin'



(Chorus4x)



[B.G.]

Duck.. nigga, duck

Cuz when I come I gon' bust.. fifty-plus

Don't give a fuck who in tha way

It's on you.. when I spray

Whoever hit, look here, it's on you

Tha B.G. and Juvenile.. tear it down

We get them pistols in our hand.. and act a clown

Niggas fucked up don't know.. what to expect

Cash Money liable to do anything next

Fly around your set in a private jet

Have your bitch next to me in a Corvette

Or ridin' on tha back of my motorbike

Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)



[Juvenile]

We showcasin', bodies erasin'.. we want it all

Joe Killer.. told me be patient.. we gonna ball

Seven figures.. me and my niggas.. we comin' up

Gettin' rid of.. tha garbage litter.. with fifty-plus

Now we drainin'.. cuz that 'caine in-side of our nose

Niggas playin' it.. tha way we sayin' it.. to let you know



(Chorus6x)



[B.G.]

Juvenile and tha B.G.

Juvenile and tha B.G.

Juvenile and tha B.G.

Represent tha U.P.T.

Tha H.B., uh-huh

Juvenile and tha B.G.

Represent Cash Money

Juvenile and tha B.G.

Playa haters can't fade me

You can talk that shit if you wanna

I'll spin your corner

You'se a gonner
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