What Ya Wanna Do Lyrics by B.G.

What Ya Wanna Do Lyrics

    (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)
    Baby gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa
    If i don't know ya dont trust ya
    If i don't trust ya then fuck ya
    Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
    Out to have thangs i hustle hard for 6 figures
    Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
    Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
    Birds and money that's all that excite me
    Fuck bitches i'm bout money that's all that entice me
    President lover, undercover, ain't another like me
    You get a ki half price from columbia fuckin with b
    Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier
    Gats i load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder
    Now i done told ya -- the streets is real all the time
    Gotta survive the game nigga i'ma die for mine
    I ain't lyin.. i do what the fuck i gotta do
    Shoot who i gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
    Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it
    Takin off like delta cause manny fresh can't be faded
    I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
    Tryna get on my feet i creep you sleep six feet deep
    I'm dangerous.. i slang raw i don't cut it
    If i profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
    Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled
    Feel what come out my grill it's a must i keep it real nigga

    (chorus)x2
    What cha wan do nigga
    How ya wan do it
    When ya wan do it we could get straight to it
    You could take it how ya wanna
    Bring it how ya feel
    Accept it in blood cuz
    Ya get it how ya live nigga

    (verse 2)
    Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef
    Remember i'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
    Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
    Got a k with a drum -- and i'm ready to spray somthin
    Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate
    Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
    Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
    Big boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must
    Baby gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
    Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
    I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man
    Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
    Got a ar... 15 i mean
    D.o.a when i hit the scene nahmean?
    It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
    I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit
    Bust open the 911, let me take my hit
    Y'all done started, you can't quit
    I'm rushin with a monster blitz
    Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
    Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up

    (chorus)x2

    (verse 3)
    All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me
    Knowin they ain't bout to step cross martin luther king
    All these other initials besides u.p.t, and h.b. --
    Don't mean nothin to the b.g
    I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz
    Let a nigga take me down after all this time? shiiiit
    I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
    Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
    That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
    Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you
    Me and my rounds come through set trippin
    Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
    50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin
    Scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
    Fuckin with the b.g., cash money goin broke
    Puttin change on niggaz brains behind me

    Chorus x3

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