B.G. - What Ya Wanna Do? lyrics

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

Baby Gangsta motherfucker - fake
Nigga head bussa
If I don't know ya don't 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
Ho 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 don't value what's on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya - the
Streets is real all the time
Gotta survive the game nigga
I'mma 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
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

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-awhat you niggas
Say you gon do me, do it man
Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
Got a AR 15 I mean
DOA 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
It's time to hanlde up

All these jive niggas wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step
Cross Martin Luther King
All these other initials besides UPT
And HB - don't mean nothin to the BG
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
Niggas 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 fuckazon ya block
In each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the BG, Cash Money goin broke
Puttin change on niggas brains behind me

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