Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Singles - B.g.

(B.G.) 

Nigga gonna respect my cliq, us chaos 

Once it's on, nigga you can't duck us 

Motherfuckers, if you score from us, 

Don't trust us 

If you think about it 

We made niggaz you can touch us 

You bustas will want cliq in a sec 

We need everything wet 

Don't give a fuck about what you said 

It's off the rilla my nigga 

Contracts, dope pillas, it's all about the skrillas 

From George Washington to Ben Franklin 

I'm spankin with my motherfuckin bankin 

If you thinkin I'm fuckin wit this top ranker 

And a murder 

You a heavy drinker and I'll serve ya 

Bitch nigga 

Getcha getcha getcha gettin 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 

I respect it's do or die nigga 

And I'mma do it till I die, cuz I'm a rida 

That coc that girl, I tried her 

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 cliq 

(Chorus) 

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 

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(B.G.) 

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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(Chorus) w/ variations 

(B.G.) 

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 

I smash a potatoe on my knee and pass out 

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 

(Chorus) w/ variations