Big Tuck, 50/50 Twin, B.G. - U Need It lyrics

(talking)
Whaaaaa, what's happ'n (alright, alright)
It's Lil' BGizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear)
It's from New Orleans, AKA Chopper City
All the way to T Town
You know what I'm saying
And you know how a nigga rocking, uh huh
It's real on this end, you heard me uh huh
It's real in the field
You know I'm saying believe it

I'm off the block
Niggas love me cause I keep it real
Hustlers respect me
Cause, I spit everything that they live
I got a connect with the pills
And the good dro
I get that coat soon as it hit Miami
Off the boat i got a Glock I keep it on me
I don't ever slip seventeen ain't enough
I rock with that extended clip
Thirty minus four, that's 26 so it don't jam
Run up if you want
You run straight into that blam-blam
Blucka-blucka this Chopper City
Don't forget it nigga
I live and breathe this real shit
You gotta feel it nigga I don't be playing
When I tell you I be thugged out
Mouth full of gold T-shirt and bows
I be thugged out i ain't gon change
I don't give a fuck if I'm Donald Trump
I'll always represent Uptown
VL that's where I'm from
It's Chopper City in New Orleans
Better ask around niggas'll tell you
That nigga BGizzle hold it down

You need it, rush up on him
He hating, bust up on him
He plotting, plot up on him
Show mercy, to no opponent
War better for it, guns this is what
Shock him, without a cord
Guerillas, not dinosaurs

Get it how you live
Be homeless or pay the bill
Drill a nigga or get drilled
Kill a nigga or get killed
Niggas be hating black
If you hate it you hating back
Stomp feet like alley cats
Be on guard for all attacks
Always know what's up
The best set up's a yellow slut
If you set up by a slut
Don't be ashamed and chop her up
That bitch was out of line
Time to show naked spine
Don't leave no blood behind
Use barets and terpentine
Say ain't tripping on shit
Got teeth that shine and gliss
Watching them watching this
Make other teams forfeit
Swear to God I got a lot of niggas
I swear to God they all gorillas
I swear to God they'll kill a nigga
They specialize in end a temper
You simple you don't want none of me
Kind of Tuck you ain't me
You can't bite no mics like me
Fa sho can't box like me
War we done been in a few
Who knew how many minds we blew
Coming straight to the Avenue
You beefing bitch it'll happen to you

It's like Jeeper the Creeper
My gorillas will eat ya
The feature delete ya
Then put you in a box like speakers
Put you in a box like sneakers
If you try to box I'll beat ya
My house or your house I'll meet ya
Discombobulate your facial features
They gon have to get jumped like teachers
Step on you frauds like bleachers
Try to play hard but soft as peaches
Your OG's will prolly teach us
When I display the Mack-90
You gon have to poo-poo
Shit-shit then doo doo
Like you drunk a case of Yoo hoo
Babies oh boo-goo
Ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo boo
Have control of what you do, or 50
50 will do you press charges then sue you
For getting blood on my who doo
Lick shots when I shoot through
You got that chump now flee-shoo