Тексты песен B.G.

[Talking] B.G. Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs or better I plan nev

[Intro] It's all about the 6 figgas You ballin nigga if you got five figgas [Verse 1] I got my AK nigga, and I'm quick to blast it Game tight like elastic Wit a block ??? murder jac

First Verse: Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line Do it I'ma feel you ain't respectin' my mind I gets loose, backed up, with long toys It's no truce fuckin

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

[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' h

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 When you come to down me

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 if i let them disrespect then

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 a fuck And I'ma always sho

[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 Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes

Shit's just to real, respect my mind I'm tell'n you what's real, I'm a come like this Verse 1: Money making is my thing, Cause I'm try'n to be rich Try

Verse 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 To prot

(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 Cause

[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) Look: If I had the world, dog

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 piec

(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 I'm find that spot for you, make

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 I can't quit nigga Get

[First Verse-B.G.] A nigga tried to test my nuts Clown thought I was soft Drumma had ten clicks So you know I had to knock his head off Caught him slipping on the darkside Had to do a walk-by

[First Verse-Tec-9] I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha Went through

[Mannie] Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Run it like this [Verse One] I don't sweat no bitches, I only issue dick I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick I label hoes

(feat. Petey Pablo) [Lil Wayne talking] Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg [Petey Pablo] Cuz I know I a

("One! Two! Three! Kick it!") [Juvenile] Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path 'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had Bitch-nigga

[B.G.] Damn, it's hard, a baby gangsta is strugglin The 9-5 done hit, it's time for me to start hustlin I gotta get my serve on, them hoes look at me bad My day 'bout to come, so I

[BG] Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now, Get'cha shine on Baby This how we do it, it's all gravy We layin' it down That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it, T

[B.G.] I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it When it comes to guns, I'm one of the best Get a few to the he

Who put this shit together I done done it all from jackin' and slangin' nigga trust that Stealin' cars snortin' dope gettin' bust at Never goin' ta school all kinda

Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga [Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He had niggas tip had em breakin

[Mannie] "...sexual relations with that woman." ("Pour some of that.") [Mannie] Oh, oh, ohh, ohhh, whooo! (Hook [Mannie]) I've been poppin' XTC Drinkin&

[B.G.] Nigga you peepin, 'cause I'm peepin for niggas creepin I'm on my game ready to be releasin and rearrange Ya fuckin brain Carry and shoot that old 50 plus Out the clip these

[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)] [M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don

[B.G.] Okay First thing first - and for me that's n's I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it It's mine, so I know y

[B.G.] Uh-huh Ah, Ah, Woah, Woah I'm a guerilla, I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a snake the type that will walk up and put 10 hollows to your face I'm a tiger, I'm

Verse One: Turk In the Lex we gettin blunted Fuckin hoes and countin money Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga Nigga disrespcetin mine

B.G.: Choppers with drums Nigga thats how it comes Assualt rifles, extended clips Let you know where I'm from The names chopper city It's a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit'

Verse:1 (B.G.) I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four an

[Talking] Verse:1 B.G. I been in this game for awhile I'm a paid man now (huh bruh) On my sixth solo album I'm a made man now (yep) Six years strong in this game Been doing my thang

Big Tymers: Fa sho...this for my homie K.C. That just did ten in tha pen Bout to spit this game for ya fool Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers] These niggas don't understand that he tha man

[Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You can't see me It's like that in 96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [

[Talking] Picture, I'm always plannin kaperz tryin to come up on cheese But my kaperz goin sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me [Verse One] I was born a loser, a stank pussy abuser Murder

[B.G.] I try to maintain keep my head straight But my surroundin' Niggas want half weight So what the fuck all I see iz niggas heads peeled I ain't got to many postive relatives people

[Talking] B.G. I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people live some people get smoked Life

Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get the fuck out [Verse 1] Trust these hoes, they all slick I found out, they ain't shit Almost was played by my

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., Curl It don't even much stop (I keep

[B.G.](BulletProof) V.L (Team up) V V.L (Team up, team up) V.L (Team up) V.L (Team up) V.L Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop cho choo chop I live and die 1

First Verse: [Juvenile] Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to g

Verse One: Lil' Wayne Head buster off top Grab the chopper and chop At the top is my spot And nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent uptown I 50 rou

[B.G.] Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt It's me or you on that shirt Cant let no nigga fix me Cant let no nigga get me I'ma draw and hit first, I

[B.G.] UPT baby, this how we do around my way Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle But you cant knock the hustle, feel this Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck Bu

[B.G.] You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga Watch this Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block Get my clique, load them th

Intro: Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga [Verse 1] Nigga I cause grief an

Verse 1 Every day I sit and wonder why I lost my daddy so young Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun Teach me man to man things bout the game Let me know always let em hang be bout

[Spoken: B.G.] Stay in line hoe Off top get ya mind right bitch (2x) [B.G.] Hoes gotta be tamed, bitches have to be bent They dont understand English, hoes gotta be smacked Nigga beat 'e

This Nigga Die [B.G.] Ain't this a bitch (Hook-2x) If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die If my momma cry, then a lot of mommas gon' cry [B.G. {talking undernea

[B.G.] I be thugging and it aint no secret I run game so when it rains on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em hang so when shit gets real heads get bust

[B.G.] Come on, man (buck with me) Let's do this here (buck with me) If you confused, I'm called B.G. I fear no one - fade me Step if you want - it's on you Just keep in mind I

I'm bout that trigga play nigga I aint stuntin you bout two You can get busy you know the choices is on you I come through your areas to burry you I slow you down take your Rolex with the be

[Mr. Ivan] Right now we got a lil' youngsta Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z Do what'cha gotta do mane Say what'cha gotta say Wayne [Lil' Wayne] The rhymes you are

(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 the same place, nigga UPT

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(Intro) This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me? (no indeed no indeed) Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it (yes indeed yes indeed) Check it out.. (Verse 1)

[B.G.] Ohhh Man, somethin' stank Ooohh You smell that? I don't know what that is Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I

[Baby] Too many playa hatin niggas in this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self protection [the B.G.] Just in case a

B.G. [Talking] Don't fuck with me Tellin' ya Verse One: B.G. Nigga better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin'

[Lil' Wayne] (Gibberish noises) Look, look, look I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me