Verse One: Baby 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
hard and if its out there I'm goin get it If ya see CMR a dollar sign on the CD Somewhere on there you'll see featuring the B.G. Me and my nigga B like
I ride and let my chopper rang nigga Since 97 I got a lil thicker and taller Chancin 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller Chorus: x3 Verse 3: Say B (
still that Chopper City nigga that like to chill Your head still a banana if you slip it will get pilled I drop my nuts of in a situation any day cause on the real B.G
the next thing smoking So How U Luv Dat BGEEZY (B.G.) u did that but it's all gravy nigga Let's go get some hood rats! Chorus: (Juvenile) B.G. go on
I know he on paper he got a tech (aint that cold) Nigga i'm a muthafuckin' made man Fuck with my lil B.G.s and nigga you a dead man Helicopters and choppers
dude Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds
me show ya when them hotboys play tha game raw (what) Verse:4 B.G. Ya got some keys I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya Stay low My chopper gone let
Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
[B.G.] I be thug'n and it ain't no secret I run game so when it's ran on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em hang
play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight
(B.G.) It's still an uptown thing nigga B.G. representin' to the fullest It's still an uptown thing nigga Check it out Verse 1: (B.G.) I reside in
with the B.G. (Chorus) B.G. 4x Fuckin' with tha B.G. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me Verse Two: B.G. I ride dirty nigga
(Chorus) 2x Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga Hard times got
echo) (Chorus) 3x (B.G.) Niggaz in trouble cuz the Hotboy$ behind the trigger (Juvenile) You don't want a soldier you know we some guerillas (B.G.) Niggaz
.G. told me. ( believe that southside city nigga) Chorus: My ghetto my ghetto, hoes lie niggaz jive thats what O.G. told me. My ghetto
to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more check it, if
