With Tha B.G. lyrics

by

Birdman


B.G. [Talking]
Don't f*ck with me
Tellin' ya

Verse One: B.G

n*gga better tighten up
Before my clique start lighten up
f*ckin' with me Baby salutin' n*ggas bittin' dust
My n*gga got my back thats a worry ain't on my mind
I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron
I got some n*ggas with choppers M-11 Glocks ya hear me
I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me
n*ggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
I ain't no ho so come and test me I bust fifty times
Put a n*gga in a blenda BLUKAH
Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH
If you bout n*gga hatin' on me I don't give a f*ck
They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'mma hit the bus
n*gga it'll be some sh*t bloody bodies all in the street
Everyday of the week f*ckin' with the B.G

(Chorus) B.G. 4x
f*ckin' with tha B.G
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on n*ggas brain behind me
Verse Two: B.G
I ride dirty n*gga chopper on the back seat
Ready ta hold quota n*gga where ever we meet
I gotta protect me
I can't let cha doom check me
I stays on my Ps
I can't see wettin' the B.G
Yeah I'm still the same fire boy n*gga
Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise n*gga
I keep it real forever treal n*gga
Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill n*gga
Gotta get my shine on
I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on
I gotta ride on crome
I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
Ca$h Money off the hezzay
Besides B and Slim been way been on Fresh since the B.Geezay
It ain't no secret handle biz black I keep tha ??? gangsta
He keep the fire ass trick nack
Then you know bout the H.Beezay
Wayne Juve Turk ain't no way you n*ggas can see me
Before you step to me thank n*gga
I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank n*gga

(Chorus) 4x

Verse Three: Baby
n*gga I'm a veteran at this sh*t
Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthaf*ckin' bullsh*t
n*ggas gettin' crossed up
Tossed up
From f*ckin' with CMR n*ggas gettin dished up
From millionaires plus
Diamonds bezzel crush
My lil B.G. plush
From his rolex to his Lexus truck
But we'll never get enough
Got this rap game f*cked up
And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
Off tha heezy
With this motherf*ckin chessezy
My lil B.Geezy
Know if a n*gga get outta line he gotta come see me
But for now got to Strails and get a n*gga some steak and fetticeezy
So I can go by one of my hoes with a full steezy
And watch this ho scuff up to her kneezy
And send the video tape back to B.Geezy
And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
And when he finish won't he toss to Suga Seezy
f*ckin' with my B.Geezy
I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me
Verse Four: Manny Fresh

Check it out baby boy while I run this sh*t
The life you talkin' bout man I done done this sh*t
Rough rugged
Muthaf*ck it
If you can dig it n*gga then I done already dug it
Ready like the Marines
n*gga with infared beams
I go get my sh*t I don't talk about dreams
Mr. Betty Crocker
Does it even c*ck up
n*gga knocka
Juice and vodka
Represent a stocka
If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
Ca$h Money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby
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