Gangsta Shit!! - B.G.

Nigga gonna respect my clique, or it’s chaos

Beef, ruckus: once it’s on nigga you can’t duck us

Motherfuckers, if you scorin' from us, don’t trust us

If you think about it, we made niggas, you can’t touch us

You bustas will want clear the set, we leave everything wet

Don’t give a fuck who we upset

That’s on the realer my nigga

Contracts, raps, dope dealer;

it’s all about the skrilla my nigga

From George Washington to Ben Franklin

I’m spankin' behind my motherfuckin bankin

If you thinkin of fuckin' wit' this top ranker

Enter murder

You a heavy drinker cuz I’ll serve ya, bitch nigga

Getcha getcha getcha game cool nigga

Strap up, and do what you gotta do nigga

I know you know, it’s all on you nigga

Watch me I’m dirty and don’t play by the rules nigga

I respect it’s do or die-a

And I’mma do it till I die, and get high cuz I’m a rider

That coke, that girl I tried her

That furl I can’t deny her cuz I like that fire

Black connection is the shit

U.P.T.

respect it bitch, it’s the gangsta clique

Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit

Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shit

Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit

That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shit

Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit

That calio bout some gangsta gangsta shit

Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit

That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit

Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent

Be full of that dope and full tent

I’m serving coc by the whole bird

My shit ain’t water without 7 g’s bout a bird

Play hard and get that serve

You know for sure that you heard

I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys

I give props to my world

What you want on your tombstone

Your pathetic boy, oh it’s on in the dirty south

You can’t afford hitting your dome in his own

Hang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boy

Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T.

it’s B. G

Record company CMB

Thugs wanna come up and see

Da magnolia, the mel boys

CP3, I warned you, we’re outlaws

You can’t see me

I come without a stummer

The drivers think I’m done

I’m second to none

Get full of them blunts

My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em

The big man got jacket with my team on em

You get it, I’ll get with em and split em

Yeah, I did em, we done em, I’mma go uptown and rum em

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Bitch me, my whole town nigga

Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound nigga

I’m a hound

I hunt niggas down quietly

Smash a potato on my knee and you pass quietly

A young gangsta spank ya off the top

Left you to hang the crop without all props

Do you ever hear

That nigga is a fool

One with me, twos I use, you lose

Killas I hang wit

We feel smart now

You ain’t shit

Trying to get wit me, you see me

No nigga can do it

Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it

I get low down a dirty

Off with ya head, ol dirty

All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz

Till elevated tanger

I’mma switin west hanger

Crack slanger, neck splitted

Kool Aid gripper

I’m here to deal wit cha, I can’t forget cha

If you beefin, then I’m creepin on ya

Watch your back cuz, I’ll put that streetsweeper on ya

If you gonna bust back, you better ask out

I’ll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp

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