With Tha Bg Lyrics by B.G.

With Tha Bg Lyrics

    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 thats 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 thats 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 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 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 cock up
    Nigga knocka
    Juice and vodka
    Represent a stocka
    If you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
    Ca money records gone show yo ass head bustin' is a hobby

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