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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´ with these hot boys
do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the earth,
both cliques can´t live, somebody gotta see dirt,
what makes you think i´ma let´cha ride first?
try to hide out, that makes shit worse
believe i´m comin´, a hundred in the drum and,
i don´t spanked somethin´,
got the set wonderin´,
bitch niggas runnin´,
cable is comin´,
that´s what´cha get think i ain´t bout nothin´,
you done been showed, brains blowed,
you should have knowed, new orleans carry no hoes
say what´s up to satan, b.g. ain´t bout no fakin´,
i handle mine with no debatin´ stop underestimatin´
chorus:
you think i ain´t gone split a wig? think again,
you guessin´ and underestimatin´ "u" all "n"
you think i ain´t gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
you guessin´ and understimatin´, think again
you think i ain´t gone split a wig? think again,
you guessin´ and underestimatin´ "u" all "n"
you think i ain´t gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
you guessin´ and understimatin´, think again
second verse:
i´ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
i´ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
i´ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
i´ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
i´ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin´ over,
i´ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
i´ma roller nigga, you can´t predict me,
thinkin´ i´m fake, you can´t know me,
i come hard with ´tillery four deep,
remember i tear down both sides of the street,
nigga i be, the ca$h money b.g.,
ain´t no sleep if you beef with me,
i´ll let you know i´m comin´ nigga i ain´t gotta creep,
i´ll be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
say what´s up to satan, b.g. ain´t bout no fakin´,
i handle mine with no debatin´, stop underestimatin´
chorus
third verse:
don´t think i´m lame, don´t judge me off your thoughts mane,
come at me sideways i hook up with juv, turk, and wayne,
you can´t explain, you wanna be hard don´t whine,
i click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,
sendin´ messages, say i´ma bitch you´ll leave me wet
i can´t believe you believe i take death threats,
you´re wrong wootay, you´re absolutely wrong
now it´s on wootay, your seventeen damagin´ health,
that´s another spankin´ completed under my belt,
your mom in black on the floor her seein´ that her son done been left,
brains cooked like a chef, too late for doctors to help,
it´s all on u, you brought that issue on yourself,
think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
i hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth,
nigga say what´s up to satan, b.g. ain´t bout no fakin´,
i handle mine with no debatin´, stop underestimatin´
chorus
think....fore you get checkmated