(feat. Big Tymers)

B.G

Don't f**k with me

Tellin' ya

One: B.G

N**a better tighten up

Before my clique start lighten up

F**n' with me Baby salutin' n**s bittin' dust

My n**a got my back thats a worry aint on my mind

I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron

I got some n**s with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me

I'm tellin' ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me

N**s know that I stack feddi sip fine wine

I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times

P**a n**a in a blenda BLUKAH

Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up BLUKAH BLUKAH

If you bout n**a hatin' on me I don't give a f**k

They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus

N**a it'll be some s**t bloody bodies all in the street

Everyday of the week f**n' with the B.G

() B.G.

F**n' with tha B.G

Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on n**s brain behind me

Two: B.G

I ride dirty n**a chopper on the back seat

Ready ta hold quota n**a 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**a

Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise n**a

I keep it real forever treal n**a

H**s be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill n**a

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 aint 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 aint no way you n**s can see me

Before you step to me thank n**a

I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank n**a

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Three: Baby

N**a I'm a veteran at this s**t

Use my gat ta self protect me from that m**n' bullshit

N**s gettin' crossed up

Tossed up

From f**n' with CMR n**s 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**d up

And we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy

Off tha heezy

With this motherfuckin chessezy

My lil B.Geezy

Know if a n**a get outta line he gotta come see me

But for now got to Strails and get a n**a some steak and fetticeezy

So I can go by one of my h**s with a full steezy

And watch this hoe 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**n' with my B.Geezy

I'll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me

Four: Manny Fresh

Check it out baby boy while I run this s**t

The life you talkin' bout m**I done done this s**t

Rough rugged

Muthafuck it

If you can dig it n**a then I done already dug it

Ready like the Marines

N**a with infared beams

I go get my s**t I don't talk about dreams

Mr. Betty Crocker

Does it even c**k up

N**a 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