B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - With Tha Bg songtekst

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B.G. [Talking]
 Don't fuck with me
 Tellin' ya

 Verse One: B.G.

 Nigga better tighten up
 Before my clique start lighten up
 Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust
 My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
 I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron
 I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me
 I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me
 Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
 I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
 Put a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH
 Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH
 If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck
 They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus
 Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street
 Everyday of the week fuckin' with the B.G.

 (Chorus) B.G. 4x
 Fuckin' with tha B.G.
 Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me

 Verse Two: B.G.

 I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat
 Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet
 I gotta protect me
 I can't let cha doom check me
 I stays on my Ps
 I can't see wettin' the B.G.
 Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga
 Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga
 I keep it real forever treal nigga
 Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga
 Gotta get my shine on
 I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on
 I gotta ride on crome
 I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
 Ca$h Money off the hezzay
 Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay
 It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? gangsta
 He keep the fire ass trick nack
 Then you know bout the H.Beezay
 Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you niggas can see me
 Before you step to me thank nigga
 I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga

 (Chorus) 4x

 Verse Three: Baby
 Nigga I'm a veteran at this shit
 Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit
 Niggas gettin' crossed up
 Tossed up
 From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up
 From millionaires plus
 Diamonds bezzel crush
 My lil B.G. plush
 From his rolex to his Lexus truck
 But we'll never get enough
 Got this rap game fucked up
 And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
 Off tha heezy
 With this motherfuckin chessezy
 My lil B.Geezy
 Know if a nigga get outta line he gotta come see me
 But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy
 So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy
 And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
 And send the video tape back to B.Geezy
 And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
 And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy
 Fuckin' with my B.Geezy
 I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me

 Verse Four: Manny Fresh

 Check it out baby boy while I run this shit
 The life you talkin' bout man I done done this shit
 Rough rugged
 Muthafuck it
 If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it
 Ready like the Marines
 Nigga with infared beams
 I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams
 Mr. Betty Crocker
 Does it even cock up
 Nigga knocka
 Juice and vodka
 Represent a stocka
 If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
 Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby
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