B.G. - It'S All On U (2001) by B.G. (보컬) on maniadb.com

Intro:
Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang
Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga
but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga

(Verse 1)
Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals
trying to come up on six numerals
riding high in fly with a game with no rules
got a K cooked blues fore these fools
slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound
her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds
traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind
don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin
you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with
yo head get knocked loose quick
it's all on you bitch, choose bitch
my life or your life you know only God know who bitch
six shot pass me a six shot
and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock
B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard
I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far
leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car
mask and flames five year's on each ???
like I'm hiding out like I'm the law
I bring heat to yo street you paranoid
can't eat or sleep
can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking
got to watch yo back on the grind
cause you know the B.G. coming

Chorus: repeat 2X

I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging
I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling

(Verse 2)
Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping
swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping
we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs
bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off
we bout that paper lil daddy
we bout that drama lil mama
ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers
chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank
before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank
we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches
buy some t-shit with pictures
for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here
but they gone not forgotten
but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga
bout getting my figga's bigger nigga
and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga
I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga
oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga
trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga
Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga
I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead
true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Coke dealer, dope dealer
Juvenile ain't no joke nigga
Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga
but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin
cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million
so I do my thang represent and keep it street
you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat
I ain't goin to stop that late better yet
I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through
I ain't facing in my heart
I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg
I think with a pen and pad
Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be
from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block
with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke
Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that
Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that
I'm drop or get dropped I bust back
Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that
I'm flip or get flopped that a must black
All 17 come up out the glock
Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop
Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese
You know what I do and that's how I proceed

It's an uptown Thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
Music that's non-stoppin'
P-poppin' for the hoes
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit
I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
>From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
Bout green can't forget about Josephine
Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
The B.G., you want me find me
In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill
Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy!

Chorus:
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
When I say Uptown brings it you experience
Commence upon the drama that I present clown
I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse
You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide
I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

Chorus

It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes
So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter
Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
YOU'Z A HOE
So stay on your side of the field
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B.
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13
So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2
Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

Chorus

[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)]
[M.F.] Wuz up?
[B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin')
B.G. 'bout to run it
[M.F.] B.Geezy in here
[B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke--
([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) --and loaded?
([M] Run it to 'em <Run it to 'em>)
Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga)
Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain)
Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things <Have things>),
and be sober, or be loaded with nothin'
([M] For sho' <For sho'>)
Off top ([M] Run that there <Run that there>)

[B.G.]
I live rough - I done had enough of doin' bad
If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass
Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard
And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart
And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block
And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops
I try to clock 'cause that's all I know and slingin'
But I got my Glock 'cause ain't no hangin' there if you ain't bangin'
Gunshots be ringin', but I bump and bust 'til I let 'em know
I ain't no ho, and I ain't 'bout to start bein' no ho
I smoke herb tryin' to calm my motherfuckin' nerves
But I'm stressed, and so (???)'ll leave ya on the curb
I asked a nigga that I know to front a quarter bird
But I smoked dope again - he said that's what he heard
Now that's jeopardizin', that nigga brains blown away
Niggas playa-hatin' - What kinda shit is that to say?
Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??)
in a hurry
I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry
You better worry if you're dippin' your nose in mine
Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line
I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times

(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Now, maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober

[B.G.]
I want it - I'm pickin' your lock, comin' through blastin'
Gotta feed the animal - this bitch gots to have it
Where I'm from, there's no jive and you must be a survivor
Niggas ain't relyin' on no nine-to-fiver
Ruckus, beef, the ghetto is all I know
Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know
Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through
And this K will slow you down - any vest it will go through
My hood is tainted-up, it's full of pollution
Snortin' was last year - now a motherfucker shootin'
Stickin' they arm up, not givin' a fuck
Tryin' to jack the armored truck, not givin' a fuck
Around my way, it's a residential project
We all thuggin', so just look around and see who die next
Man, I'm out the Melph - What am I supposed to do?
Stand alone, gotta watch these niggas close to you
I'm rappin', now I'm makin' money - I can't duck my niggas
Get vacated, don't come around to say fuck my niggas (Enough of that)
The same niggas that'll drown in that water for me
Slow down, and'll spank a nigga daughter for me
We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix
We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit
I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme
You can't stop crimes 'cause Uptown is hard times

(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Now, maybe I could still live in a condo if I keep my nose closed

I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

[B.G.]
That heroin hit my block; opened it like a earthquake
Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday
Some snortin', and some spikin' it
That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it
That (???), that shit is still sweet
But you gon' get your money's worth in that Saint T.
Or on Philip and C., or atop that CP3
But the B.G....workin' on kickin' that D
Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change?
Can I...maintain and do this rap thing?
Yo, can I...kick it?

[Mannie Fresh]
Yes, you can

[B.G.]
Well, I'm gon' kick it - You bitches understand?
I'ma get my n's deep and...buy me a truck
Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck
I'ma let mine hang - let the Desert Eagle sing
Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang
Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine
Push that big Expedition and get through hard times, nigga

(Hook-3x [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers
Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober
I be loaded, thinkin' of condos
Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed

[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
Keep your nose closed, ya heard me (ya heard me, ya heard me)
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