First Verse: {B.G.}. . Ya see I'm not takin' no fuckin' shorts nigga come with it all. Yeah you got to stand tall and have yo back against the wall. Nigga let yo nuts hang it's that iron you got to slang.
Stop. Don't talk to me. Loser, lameo, wannabe. Like oh, totally. T-t-totally. . Stop. Don't talk to me. Loser, lameo, wannabe. Like oh, totally. T-t-totally.
B.G. (talking). Wassup. Ahh... Wassup. . Verse 1. Hard times got a nigga in all black. I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at. I need a hit nigga.
[Dee Money]. I Run up on ya block quick when i'm burning rubber,. A real nigga like a soulja, heat up in my knuckles. the same type a nigga that keep a pistol on my side,.
(feat. Juvenile). . (B.G.). Ohh man, you fuck that girl friend. . Verse 1: (Juvenile). . Girl look at you, with you big fine A$$. What you need to do is let a nigga get behind that.
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(Lil' Wayne). What, what, what, what, what, what. Huh (Huh). What (What). If I could change the world (If I could change the world). Huh (Huh). What (What - what).
Aw... I'm comin' through the fog,. Dressed in black. Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off. Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me. . First Verse:. . Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece.
(Baby of BigTymer$). Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics. . Verse 1:. . I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll. I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control.
Shits just to real, respect my mind. I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this. . Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich. Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit.
1: (B.G.). Money makin' is my thing. A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach. Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach. Baby Gangsta is my title. Al Kapone is my idile.
Shits just to real, respect my mind. I'm tellin' you what's real, I'm a come like this. . Money making is my thing, 'cause I'm tryin' to be rich. Tryin' to put a way Mil that's why I'm in this studio on my shit.
(B.G.). I fuck with them junkies, killers, and car jackers. Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em. Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas.
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough. While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts. But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck. And I'ma always show love to my cut.
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough. While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts. But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck. And I'ma always show love to my cut.
I back the fuck out the bitch quick. cause these hoes ain't shit. they good for open mix shit. i put they mind on my dick. gotta put my ?, keep my hoes in check.
[B.G.]. Ah ha, look. You'll never see me hangin' from no tree. You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley. You'll never catch me broke on my ass. You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag.
Fa sho. I got my gat. so you know what that means. . It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe. When you comin' to get me I got the four four.
Ah ha, look, you'll never see me hangin' from no tree. You would see me hoppin' out a new Bentley. You'll never catch me broke on my ass. You would catch me gettin' head in a Jag.
[B.G.]. It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang. Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang. I gettin' off into shit you can not handle. I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals.