Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Batt'em Up, artist - B.G.. Album song Livin Legend, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Batt'em Up |
Look, I’ma get in the game you heard me |
Women, over here come listen, tell em |
If you ain’t been with a nigga, its too late |
In the game, for a nigga to be making a bitch feel lead |
You’ll wanna get it right, and when you get it right |
You’ll wanna keep it right, look |
A real nigga is hard to come by, believe it |
Girl I can’t believe you, how you gon |
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you |
The way I break my back, good as I treat you |
I keep saying this, I’ma really have to seat you |
I’d hate to see the outcome, if I leave you |
But its cause I wanna be, its not because I need you |
You don’t wanna be careful, why should I try to keep you |
Nigga gon fuck, then he gone in a week or two |
Them same hoes you be repping to, believe it or not, the same hoes |
Behind your back, run and tell me, each and everything you do |
You better wake up, and pay attention |
Realize your partnas wanna ask you out, to get to yo position |
I guarantee they got they man cuffed, if he say no that mean no |
They can’t go there, ain’t gon huff and puff |
That’s a done deal, you better keep it real |
You better, realize who pay your bills |
Them hoes be acting up |
They gon make a nigga bat em up |
I’m sorry bitch, but I done had enough |
Man I’ma leave this bitch in handcuffs |
I say you hoes be acting up |
You gon make a nigga bat you up |
I’m sorry bitch, but we done had enough |
We gon fuck around, and leave this bitch in handcuffs |
Now see this what I’m talking bout, you out here running round |
With them knuckle head, fucking give head hoes |
Bring em to your house, then walk around in they bad clothes |
You sneaking to the club with em, when I be on the map, that’s cold |
But its cool, cause my mama never raised no fool |
We was in school, you had a nigga when I played on you |
I shoulda seen it, but I was too caught up on the grind |
In the blind, you knew I stayed with other shit on my mind |
But all it did was take time, to show me the light |
No I can’t put this one behind, so you can go head and kite |
So tell them hoes that there, and see what they say |
They can’t fuck you, but I can knock them off any day |
So get your hand out my face, 'fore I bat you in yours |
You should of, stayed in your place now the tables done turned |
And everything I gave you, bitch I struggled to earn |
Get your purse you gotta skate, you lucky you don’t get burned |
Girl don’t play dumb, you know who made you |
Everything you want you get, everything you got I gave you |
I took you from hard times and saved you |
In the best of everything I laced you |
Made it where no one could fade you, sometimes I hate you |
I love you to death, but the way you act |
I know that’s not the way, that Lil B. Gizzle raised you |
I’m on the verge, about to shake you, don’t forget |
I’m a paid nigga getting sick of, you trying to be slicker |
Tripping, trying to build fake cases, a house |
Your clothes, your feature and supplied transportation |
And that’s how you gon do a nigga, mentally abuse a nigga |
You gon regret trying to use a nigga, you this close from bout to lose this |
nigga |
Man they got hoes all over the world, that wish they knew this nigga |
See one time threw with you, I’m threw with you |
Ain’t nothing that I could do with you, but try to be cool with you |