Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clean Up Man , by - B.G.. Release date: 10.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clean Up Man |
| Aw… I'm comin' through the fog |
| Dressed in black |
| Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off |
| Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me |
| Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece |
| You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it’s pure beef |
| Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there |
| Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don’t play fair |
| I come through like an Amtrak, what’cha gone do? |
| Got a strap but it’s on safety, mine ready to let loose |
| I hit’cha spot, niggas scatter |
| I ratta-tatta, whatever it don’t matter |
| Hollows come out like blat-blatta |
| Gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed |
| Soon as it hit Noon I’m blastin' off in the room |
| First thing flinch I go boom |
| With the sweeper I sweep like a broom |
| Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound |
| When the Moon come out, that’s when the snakes come out |
| The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought |
| You leave a gap open I’m squeezin' it cuz I’m scopin', hopin' |
| I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin' |
| So I can uh-abuse the bitch |
| Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch |
| I’m colder than ice, I’m smoother than sand |
| Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man |
| On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand |
| Ready for me to blast I’ma clean up man |
| On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand |
| Ready for me to blast I’ma clean up man |
| On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand |
| Ready for me to blast I’ma clean up man |
| B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt |
| Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk |
| Puttin' faces on shirts |
| You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass |
| Fifty shots, out each clip we blast |
| Full of that trash, out the St. T |
| We mash on the gas |
| Hangin' out the window, hit the heat |
| Apply pressure to yo head nigga |
| And little bullets take red from yo head nigga |
| Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga |
| But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga’s dead, nigga |
| It’s All On U |
| If you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga? |
| Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga? |
| If you got beef would you squash it and eat it? |
| Make a nigga bleed, or think it’s cool and now you eatin' it? |
| If you got beef would you try to sleep on it? |
| If it’s with me you ain’t thinkin' cuz I’ll creep homie |
| If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga |
| Kill it no matter what even if it takes four weeks nigga |
| I come hard enough, ya feelin' me? |
| Fa shiggedy |
| Bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti |
| You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City |
| In each and every K we tote, they got fifty |
| So bring it on however you wanna bring it on |
| Yo block explode like a bomb |
| I’m dangerous and armed |
| The B.G. |
| Get it How I live til' I’m gone |
| I’ma H.B., and gotta get my shine on |
| So when the gangsta situation’s starin' at you |
| Nigga look the other way or do what’cha gotta do |
| I’m quick to leave all the choices on you |
| Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot |
| The people in blue can’t even take the scene I leave |
| If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave |
| Now Frank Minyard got work for three weeks |
| That’s how the U.P.T. |
| play it if we got beef |
| I’m stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand |
| I ain’t bout playin', call me the clean up man |
| Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds with the K off in my hand |