This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?
 (no indeed no indeed)
 Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it
 (yes indeed yes indeed)
 Check it out..

 (Verse 1)
 Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa
 If I don't know ya dont trust ya
 If I don't trust ya then fuck ya
 Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
 Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures
 Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
 Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
 Birds and money that's all that excite me
 Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me
 President lover, undercover, ain't another like me
 You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B
 Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier
 Gats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder
 Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the time
 Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
 I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do
 Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
 Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it
 Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
 I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
 Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep
 I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it
 If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
 Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled
 Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga

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 What cha wan do nigga
 How ya wan do it
 When ya wan do it we could get straight to it
 You could take it how ya wanna
 Bring it how ya feel
 Accept it in blood cuz
 Ya get it how ya live nigga

 (Verse 2)
 Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef
 Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
 Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
 Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin
 Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate
 Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
 Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
 Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must
 Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
 Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
 I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man
 Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
 Got a AR... 15 I mean
 D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?
 It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
 I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit
 Bust open the 911, let me take my hit
 Y'all done started, you can't quit
 I'm rushin with a monster blitz
 Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
 Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up

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 (Verse 3)
 All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me
 Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King
 All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
 Don't mean nothin to the B.G
 I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz
 Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit
 I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
 Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
 That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
 Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you
 Me and my rounds come through set trippin
 Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
 50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin
 scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
 Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
 puttin change on niggaz brains behind me

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