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Correct With Tha B. G. Lyrics
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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' dust My nigga got my back that's a worry aint on my mind I know if he got it he comin' out there slangin' iron I got some niggas with choppers M-11 glocks ya hear me I'm tellin' ya if that's what cha get hit with come near me Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine I aint no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times Put a nigga in a blenda blukah Now you wish you wouldn't of slipped up blukah blukah If you bout nigga hatin' on me I don't give a fuck They thank I don't know they out there waitin' on me I'ma hit the bus Nigga it'll be some shit bloody bodies all in the street Everyday of the week fuckin' with the B. G. [Chorus:] B. G. 4x Fuckin' with tha B. G. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me Verse Two: B. G. I ride dirty nigga chopper on the back seat Ready ta hold quota nigga where ever we meet I gotta protect me I can't let cha doom check me I stays on my Ps I can't see wettin' the B. G. Yeah I'm still the same fire boy nigga Got beams on my toys and I still bring noise nigga I keep it real forever treal nigga Hoes be jockin' with ten solids cross my grill nigga Gotta get my shine on I stress to ya I'm bout chesse so I gotta get my grind on I gotta ride on crome I stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own Ca$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 niggas can see me Before you step to me thank nigga I'm tellin ya you don't need ale other drank nigga [Chorus:] 4x Verse Three: Baby Nigga I'm a veteran at this shit Use my gat ta self protect me from that muthafuckin' bullshit Niggas gettin' crossed up Tossed up From fuckin' with cmr niggas 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 fucked 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 nigga get outta line he gotta come see me But for now got to Strails and get a nigga some steak and fetticeezy So I can go by one of my hoes 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 Fuckin' 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 shit The life you talkin' bout man I done done this shit Rough rugged Muthafuck it If you can dig it nigga then I done already dug it Ready like the Marines Nigga with infared beams I go get my shit I don't talk about dreams Mr. Betty Crocker Does it even c*** up Nigga 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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