| Don’t fuck with me Tellin’ya
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| Verse One: B.G.
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| Nigga better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin’with me Baby salutin’niggas bittin’dust
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| My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
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| I know if he got it he comin’out there slangin’iron
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| I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me
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| I’m tellin’ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
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| I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
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| Put a nigga in a blenda BLUKAH
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| Now you wish you wouldn’t of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH
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| If you bout nigga hatin’on me I don’t give a fuck
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| They thank I don’t know they out there waitin’on me I’ma hit the bus
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| Nigga it’ll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street
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| Everyday of the week fuckin’with the B.G.
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| (Chorus) B.G. |
| 4x
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| Fuckin’with tha B.G.
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| Ca$h Money goin’broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me Verse Two: B.G.
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| I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat
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| Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet
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| I gotta protect me I can’t let cha doom check me I stays on my Ps
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| I can’t see wettin’the B.G.
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| Yeah I’m still the same fire boy nigga
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| Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga
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| I keep it real forever treal nigga
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| Hoes be jockin’with ten solids cross my grill nigga
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| Gotta get my shine on I stress to ya I’m bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on I gotta ride on crome
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| I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
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| Ca$h Money off the hezzay
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| Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B. Geezay
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| It aint no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? |
| gangsta
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| He keep the fire ass trick nack
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| Then you know bout the H. Beezay
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| Wayne Juve Turk aint no way you niggas can see me Before you step to me thank nigga
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| I’m tellin ya you don’t need ale other drank nigga
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| Verse Three: Baby
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| Nigga I’m a veteran at this shit
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| Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin’bullshit
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| Niggas gettin’crossed up Tossed up From fuckin’with CMR niggas gettin dished up From millionaires plus
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| Diamonds bezzel crush
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| My lil B.G. |
| plush
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| From his rolex to his Lexus truck
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| But we’ll never get enough
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| Got this rap game fucked up And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
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| Off tha heezy
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| With this motherfuckin chessezy
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| My lil B. Geezy
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| 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
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| So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy
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| And watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
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| And send the video tape back to B. Geezy
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| And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
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| And when he finish won’t he toss to Suga Seezy
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| Fuckin’with my B. Geezy
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| I’ll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me Verse Four: Manny Fresh
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| Check it out baby boy while I run this shit
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| The life you talkin’bout man I done done this shit
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| Rough rugged
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| Muthafuck it If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it Ready like the Marines
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| Nigga with infared beams
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| I go get my shit I don’t talk about dreams
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| Mr. Betty Crocker
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| Does it even cock up Nigga knocka
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| Juice and vodka
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| Represent a stocka
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| If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin’is a hobby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song With Tha B.G. , by - B.G.. Song from the album Chopper City In The Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп