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featuring Big Tymers
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B.G. [Talking]
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Don't fuck with me
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Tellin' ya
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Verse One: B.G.
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Nigga better tighten up
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Before my clique start lighten up
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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
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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$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
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Verse Two: B.G.
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I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat
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Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet
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I gotta protect me
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I can't let cha doom check me
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I stays on my Ps
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I can't see wettin' the B.G.
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Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga
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Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga
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I keep it real forever treal nigga
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Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga
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Gotta get my shine on
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I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on
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I gotta ride on crome
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I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
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Ca$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
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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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(Chorus) 4x
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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
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Tossed up
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From fuckin' with CMR niggas gettin dished up
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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
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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
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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
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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
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If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it
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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
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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
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Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby
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With Tha B.G.
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b g (baby gangsta) |