and fifty G's (Why nigga?) Orderin' for 20 kees (Street value?) Two hundred and fifty G's (And what's yo profit?) A lick for a hundred G's [B.G.] My
B.G.] Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop
one dy he was bustin' with a dude Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s In my down low
out for me, give me something properly, 100g Drop it on Ivana street to protect it I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit
got to do, Gee out chea and make yo shit come through playa [B.G.] I gots to get mine I'm out for me Nobody worryin' bout dis little B.G. I'm gonna
[Talking] B.G. I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Verse:1 Lil' Turk Gettin' killed aint no thang in the N.O. Some people
Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop cho choo chop I live and die 17 shots without a glock Bought downtown When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down Chopper
Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
.......they comin' to get'cha You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x) Second Verse: [B.G.] Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga
Went down the alley, went under the house, I went behind him Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up In the process my Reeboks got fucked up (Hook [B.G
other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie Make believe I ain't gone belive till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it is
[B.G.] I be thug'n and it ain't no secret I run game so when it's ran on me I can peep it My mind frame set on stacking six figures plus I let 'em hang
play (chorus) B.G. bout trigga play B.G. bout gettin funky anyday B.G. bout spittin 50 out a K On the real B.G. bout trigga play now woo the B.G. straight
(B.G.) It's still an uptown thing nigga B.G. representin' to the fullest It's still an uptown thing nigga Check it out Verse 1: (B.G.) I reside in
wanna see And if ya creep nigga watch out for the B.G. Chopper City posse nigga, and we roll deep 4 deep in the black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin
with the B.G. (Chorus) B.G. 4x Fuckin' with tha B.G. Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me Verse Two: B.G. I ride dirty nigga
(Chorus) 2x Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga Hard times got
? 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.,