I aint stuntin you bout two
 You can get busy you know the choices is on you
 I come through your areas to burry you
 I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too
 The B.G. a HB off VL
 Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell
 I armed nigga and backed up by click niggaz
 Thats trigga happy dont give a fuck bout killin niggaz
 We killin haters with tommy guns spillin haters
 The ghetto made us slangin is how we get our paper
 pull off capers an original thug taper
 Got riches handed over nigga before I erase ya
 You want my troubles I dont believe you ready for it
 But I'll bring it to you if you insist you ready for it
 You want beef I'm dramatized on paper
 You makin me sleep cause I'm bout that trigga play

 (chorus)
 B.G. bout trigga play
 B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
 B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K
 On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the
 B.G. straight duckin feds
 On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
 On the real B.G. killin chopters
 Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters
 *on the real*

 Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other side
 Can't underestimate him so I'ma grab my shit and ride
 Wayne drive do a pull up and I'ma bust
 Wicked plus after that bussiness is a must
 My ????? know him he wanna fuck so she can get it
 She on the phone with him, nobody home with him
 Got it goin in right I know he keep his chrome with him
 I'm squeeky yeah I'ma hit him in his dome nigga
 His enemy aint with nobody stillin me
 Thats why you never catch me without my 'tilary
 I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemer
 Once the drama on I aint waitin to cap a p bra
 Snake for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with it aint no love
 Anybody slip and they get slid
 I ride or die I play it raw thats the way I'm raised
 Spray for spray nigga I'm bout that trigga play

 (chorus)
 B.G. bout trigga play
 B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
 B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K
 On the real B.G. bout trigga play, now woo thee
 B.G. straight duckin feds
 On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
 On the real B.G. play with choppers
 Look in the sky flyin by it's helicopters
 *on the real*

 Its on again I gotta grab my chrome again
 Some nigga trippin I gotta upset a home again
 I'm spankin niggaz after a wait they momma be faintin
 I'm yankin niggaz in any given situation
 No mouthin off I bring the blues to the weak
 Nigga what you wan' do I'll tear down both sides of the streets
 In the U.P.T. on the up and up niggas get killed
 In the U.P.T. on the up and up shit really get real
 You slangin coke if anything be ready to accept it
 Cause you'll have those checks comin and B.G. will intercept it
 I like that I play the game raw nigga
 Lets take it far nigga you bout that warfare nigga
 On the backstreet its me in a black ram truck
 Head huntin woo thee tryin to jam a nigga up
 I'm on a grind for mind to get it how you feel
 I'ma stunt nigga its all about that trigga play

 (chorus)
 B.G. bout trigga play
 B.G. bout gettin funky anyday
 B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K
 On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the
 B.G. straight duckin feds
 On the real B.G. bout bustin heads
 On the real B.G. towin chopters
 Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters
 *on the real*

 (REPEAT CHORUS