B.G., U.N.L.V. - Freestyle (Cash Money Diss) lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[B.G., U.N.L.V. - Freestyle Cash Money Diss lyrics]
Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga
We right back at ya
When ya see this shit comin
BG and UNLV on the same track
Wit a shot to birdman
So now, We cleanin up feathers right now
Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know?
We gon drive from east over
Dump ya body in big noy
We gon leave a note around ya neck
Sayin that you in chopper city boy
Oh, He want some it's a bird, It's a plane
Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane
B gizzle, y'all and Tec-9 together on the
Same track murkin somethin
I told y'all boys
That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down
Now y'all done sight that lil 40
Up just feel us down
Bad ass Yella Boy, this is for you
Homie, We know the true story and
We know what to do
We get them automatic weapons load em up
Load em up
And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got
Nigga give it up
Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps
I know ya missin all that
Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack
And when the rest of y'all gon realize
Gon realize?
That y'all ain't never gon eat more
Than crust out the pie
Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick
Tell the whole world how ya
Really got that shit
It was Gizzle, UNLV, My nigga Juve came late
Now how the fuck ya gon feed
Us off the same plate?
It's the return of the hottest of the hot
Lil BG and 2 big dogs from the UPT
UNLV, Tech Nine, and lil ya
We bout to keep it real from
The streets to the cellblock
Anybody hollerin, They get popped
Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block
It's real round here
All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here
Straight jacked round here
If nigga know that history put Cash Money on
Befo' Uptown thang, It was Sixth and Baronne
I'mma speak the truth, I'mma tell no lie
I was on the scene
Yella snuck Baby in the eye
I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped
Yella went inside and got
The fuckin pistol grip
It's the real Cash Money
We started this shit
From local 580 to the 226
You went from Lil Wayne to
The number one dick rider
Fuck you mean you the best
Since the best retired?
Ya mami should've let you die
When that nine went off
Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa
I'll break ya jaw, You was real
Now you phony
Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate
You and ya homie
How long will it be before ya realize
Realize? Slim and Baby ain't nothin
But the devil disguised
Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP
In 97, Got a deal off of UNLV
Album sold platinum gold
Bitch I'm comin for mine
And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch
I'm bringin that iron
You ain't got no strap
Remember Yella knocked ya out?
Tech flicks into Slim
The other clown ran out
On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to
Poo in the pen
It's the real 226 spinnin a ben
Say uh, Flex, BG, We don handled that shit
Man fuck that, The whole world know
They know who made them bitches
How the fuck you gon get
A whole leaf of bread
And don't wan give a nigga
But a piece of slice, dawg?
Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down
Fuck you nigga, Fuck your brother too
Ya hoyt man bitch
We right back at ya
When ya see this shit comin
BG and UNLV on the same track
Wit a shot to birdman
So now, We cleanin up feathers right now
Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know?
We gon drive from east over
Dump ya body in big noy
We gon leave a note around ya neck
Sayin that you in chopper city boy
Oh, He want some it's a bird, It's a plane
Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane
B gizzle, y'all and Tec-9 together on the
Same track murkin somethin
I told y'all boys
That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down
Now y'all done sight that lil 40
Up just feel us down
Bad ass Yella Boy, this is for you
Homie, We know the true story and
We know what to do
We get them automatic weapons load em up
Load em up
And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got
Nigga give it up
Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps
I know ya missin all that
Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack
And when the rest of y'all gon realize
Gon realize?
That y'all ain't never gon eat more
Than crust out the pie
Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick
Tell the whole world how ya
Really got that shit
It was Gizzle, UNLV, My nigga Juve came late
Now how the fuck ya gon feed
Us off the same plate?
It's the return of the hottest of the hot
Lil BG and 2 big dogs from the UPT
UNLV, Tech Nine, and lil ya
We bout to keep it real from
The streets to the cellblock
Anybody hollerin, They get popped
Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block
It's real round here
All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here
Straight jacked round here
If nigga know that history put Cash Money on
Befo' Uptown thang, It was Sixth and Baronne
I'mma speak the truth, I'mma tell no lie
I was on the scene
Yella snuck Baby in the eye
I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped
Yella went inside and got
The fuckin pistol grip
It's the real Cash Money
We started this shit
From local 580 to the 226
You went from Lil Wayne to
The number one dick rider
Fuck you mean you the best
Since the best retired?
Ya mami should've let you die
When that nine went off
Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa
I'll break ya jaw, You was real
Now you phony
Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate
You and ya homie
How long will it be before ya realize
Realize? Slim and Baby ain't nothin
But the devil disguised
Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP
In 97, Got a deal off of UNLV
Album sold platinum gold
Bitch I'm comin for mine
And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch
I'm bringin that iron
You ain't got no strap
Remember Yella knocked ya out?
Tech flicks into Slim
The other clown ran out
On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to
Poo in the pen
It's the real 226 spinnin a ben
Say uh, Flex, BG, We don handled that shit
Man fuck that, The whole world know
They know who made them bitches
How the fuck you gon get
A whole leaf of bread
And don't wan give a nigga
But a piece of slice, dawg?
Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down
Fuck you nigga, Fuck your brother too
Ya hoyt man bitch