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[Intro: B.G.]
Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Its bout dat time, believe it Oh yeah, we bout to do it.. its bout dat time its bout dat time, look I went back in V.L. with my dawg Ziggly, you heard me? and we ??? down like real niggas exposely down, check it [Verse 1: B.G.] In 93 I hit the scene first album True Story I was psyched off ghetto boys no nuts no glory then I bounced back wit the classic Chopper City had every nigga in new orleans rolling with me then I shook back with that fuckin Volume One real street niggas was respeccin how it come then I doubled back with that fuckin Volume Two you know the name of em it was All On U a minute after that was Chopper City In The Ghetto I could'a came harder i kept it a lil' mello I went to jail came home dropped Checkmate and made it official B.Gizzle aint fake left Cash Money hit em upp wit Livin Legend had to bust a move baby was doin to much reppin now im back again aint a damn thing funny this album number eight Life After Cash Money (Ziggler the Wiggler talking) |
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[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen (Buh buh buh buh bip) I have a special guest gangsta (Buh buh buh buh bip) Back for the first time ya heard (Buh buh buh buh bip) Along with Fresh [Raps] If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring Now everybody come together, join along and sing [Chorus] I'm from the ghetto homey I was raised on bread and bologna You can't come around here 'cause ya phony Now keep it movin, move around, get off me Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Dudes gotta leave, but you can stay shawty [Verse 1: B.G.] Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time) And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn't a easy grind (grind) Been through this, been through that, been through everything (everything) But I'm real, so I still manage to do my thing (yep) I held it down every since I came through the do' (do') Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans) You know the underdog always do it big [Mannie Fresh] Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid [B.G.] I'm getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling) Matter fact, take a look in the parking lot (daaammnnn) I'm representin the blocks from the east to the west (west) It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south) Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked) But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it) All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up) All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) [Chorus] [Verse 2: B.G.] Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block) But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop) But I don't care, that's nothin, grind don't stop (don't stop) I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot) I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot (unh unh) Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top) We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock) I'm a real "G", career ain't near over Got flooded, still representin VL and Magnolia (VL) Still represent the whole New Orleans Get it right and keep it right, I'm the Heart of Tha Streetz My reputation speak for itself, it's all good Any state, any block dawg I'm all good All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) [Chorus] [Verse 3: B.G.] It ain't easy livin where the young die fast (fast) It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance) This rap shit too easy for me to go back Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track But I ain't lyin, the streets call sometime I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound And get 'em for bout two-hunned in H-Town Forget it, I ain't even goin that route (fuck it) I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it) I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin' I don't be trippin when the haters go to mean-muggin' (muggin') I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (stuntin') Now it's known by the whole world who a joke (joke) He ain't a man, he got dreads you already know (Wayne) All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) And all my hot girls, back dat ass up [Chorus] |
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[Singing Over B.G.Talking]
Yeah you already know how it is in the streets(uh huh) you already know how it is (you already know I ain't gotta tell you) you gotta stay on top of it, you gotta stay on the grind you can't let them hoes get in ya way (never ever, ever, ever...) you know I mean you can play with 'em but to a certain extent [Chorus - Conrad] What I Need in my life seems so hard to find (so hard - so hard - so hard) gotta get up on my grind 'cause I'm runnin out of time (it's like I'm runnin out of time) well my momma always told me only the strong survive (only the strong survive) and all the pain in my eyes, gotta make it out alive [Verse 1 - B.G.] Look I'm hard as they come and niggaz know that and if I fuck with a hoe and leave I can't go back I'm too true to the game dogg I can't slip my baby momma the only one got me pussy whipped I got two's, and threes and they know how it go respect it or check it or they gotta hit the road I chase money like niggaz chase ass in the Pen and I need a few mills before the years end I pop my collar in the club, get my drank on and in the winter man I gotta put the mink on I'm a pimp I got my picks and chooses with 'em I got too many already I don't know what to do with 'em but I'm a keep my head up like a big dogg get this money, fuck these hoes and say fuck all y'all I gotta heart I'm a man I can get serious but I'm chasin money right now man I gotta get it [Chorus] [Verse 3 - B.G.] Niggaz thought I was threw from that other click look how far I done came with this Chopper City shit I gotta hold this shit down can't give it up Slim will turn in his grave if I don't live it up I put God first, family second, and money third so my fourth option gotta be gettin off these birds my momma give me all she could, I don't know how the streets just came and grabbed me by the throat but I'm in them now and I ain't turnin back and I ain't turnin no corners without it on my lap nigga I'm in the trap you can ask anybody you want beef I ain't trippin you can see me about it I'm bout whatever partna believe what I say if I get uncomfortable I'm a unload the K my plans and dreams get bigga everyday so every night I gotta get on my knees and pray [Chorus] |
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[B.G.]
Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here Uhh yeah nigga yeah-shit real round here if you want it, you can get it my nigga-cause shit real round here if you want it, you can get it my nigga-shit [Verse 1 - B.G.] Look if you ain't know ask somebody they'll tell you bout me nothin fake, nothin fraud, nothin bitch about me I'm a G I been runnin these streets since a youngin since fourteen I been buckin, slangin heat ain't nothin you want beef say somethin you can get it I ain't trippin once it's on just know you better not let me catch you slippin cause wherever we meet I'm a smash ya broad day light or around the club I'm a get at ya if you let me tip down on you nigga you chaptered I guarantee ya that it's gon'be a closed casket I'm bout this what's understood don't need to be explained before the money and the fame I was a gangsta in the game I ain't lyin when I tell you about me and my background about me or my life style I ain't never backed down I ain't never froze up, I ain't never turned state I ain't never missed when I empty the clip out the K, nigga [Chorus - B.G.Repeat 4X] However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real it's get it how you live - you could kill or be killed [Verse 2 - B.G.] It's never die, do or get did nothin less fuck with the kidd get tooled to the head, tooled to the chest nigga I'm the best when it come to this street shit you got ya hands full fuckin with me with this beef shit I be on some all night flight, no sleep shit me, my dogg and two K's fuck that four deep shit we comin with it - hundred round drummin with it you runnin from it - we runnin with it, you bitch ass niggaz ain't fuckin with it I'm out c'here head first ready to go head up walkin with ya head down, bound to get ya head bust oh here the feds come I'm off the scene, off the block I know to bust and move when it get hot shut down the shop open up another on the other side of town got yay and I got browns, Gizzle was a hustler and a headbuster all in one don't get it twisted I do this rap shit for fun, ya heard [Chorus - B.G.Repeat Till End] However you want it nigga - you could get it 'cause shit real it's get it how you live - you could kill or be killed |
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[Talking]
[Paul Wall] What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House [B.G.] And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz [Paul Wall] it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw [B.G.] H-Town, N.O. connection [Paul Wall] knah'im'talkin [B.G.] Let's go! [Chorus - Yung Redd] I know you hate when I get tired of that slab - then switch to another my partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st - stutter) it's the state I'm in that'll tell you I'm a hustler (hustler) I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab [Verse 1 - B.G.] You know me B.Geezy from way back before they made the Phanthom's, or they made the Maybach's it was Impala this - it was 'Lac that it was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up you can stay at home if ya whip ain't whipped up cause you done slipped up hoes ain't even peepin' if ya shit ain't mean, and ya grill ain't blingin' I'm comin hard dogg everyday of the week black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep the black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over the camoflauge truck it's representin solider [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Paul Wall] Move out the way baby boy here I come I'm the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young I'm on the boulevard holdin'workin wood grain wheel top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill the car fresh out the wash no soap, just water turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter I'm a head turner flippin in my old school dropper tippin down on 8 - 4's look, oh so proper I'm flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract them hoes don't know how to act - I'm hoggin lane in the Lac and I'm a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack...baby [Chorus] [Verse 3 - B.G.] If you can get it, I got it...if you have it, I had it from the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi ridin'fly no doubt twenty - fo's and up I'm ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup I'm a down south boy you know we shine you workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla(waaahhh) my pockets on swoll, my whip on beam I started that shit so you know my wrist bling I went to H - Town to see Paul Wizzy I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty got diamonds from the bottom - to the top of my grill these couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill [Chorus] |
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