B.G., Big Tymers - With Tha B.G. lyrics

Don't fuck with me tellin' ya

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 ain't 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 ain't no ho 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'mma hit the bus
Nigga it'll be some shit bloody
Bodies all in the street
Everyday of the week fuckin' with the BG
Fuckin' with tha BG
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change
On niggas brain behind me

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 BG
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$h Money off the hezzay
Besides B and Slim been way been
On Fresh since the BGeezay
It ain't no secret handle biz
Black I keep tha? gangsta
He keep the fire ass trick nack
Then you know bout the HBeezay
Wayne Juve Turk ain't 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

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 BG 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 BGeezy 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 ho scuff up to her kneezy
And send the video tape back to BGeezy
And when finish hand it off to Man Feezy
And when he finish won't he
Toss to Suga Seezy fuckin' with my BGeezy
I'll clear my bank account playboy
You can believe me

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$h Money records gone show yo ass
Head bustin' is a hobby