Bg U All N lyrics

First verse:

Stop it right there, i dare you to cross that line
Do it i`ma feel you ain`t respectin` my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with long toys
It`s no truce fuckin` with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the earth,
Both cliques can`t live, somebody gotta see dirt,
What makes you think i`ma let`cha ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes shit worse
Believe i`m comin`, a hundred in the drum and,
I don`t spanked somethin`,
Got the set wonderin`,
Bitch niggas runnin`,
Cable is comin`,
That`s what`cha get think i ain`t bout nothin`,
You done been showed, brains blowed,
You should have knowed, new orleans carry no hoes
Say what`s up to satan, b.g. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin` stop underestimatin`

Chorus:

You think i ain`t gone split a wig? think again,
You guessin` and underestimatin` "u" all "n"
You think i ain`t gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
You guessin` and understimatin`, think again
You think i ain`t gone split a wig? think again,
You guessin` and underestimatin` "u" all "n"
You think i ain`t gone split a wig? "u" all "n"
You guessin` and understimatin`, think again

Second verse:

I`ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
I`ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
I`ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I`ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
I`ma youngster nigga, youngsters takin` over,
I`ma soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
I`ma roller nigga, you can`t predict me,
Thinkin` i`m fake, you can`t know me,
I come hard with `tillery four deep,
Remember i tear down both sides of the street,
Nigga i be, the ca$h money b.g.,
Ain`t no sleep if you beef with me,
I`ll let you know i`m comin` nigga i ain`t gotta creep,
I`ll be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
Say what`s up to satan, b.g. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin`, stop underestimatin`

Chorus

Third verse:

Don`t think i`m lame, don`t judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways i hook up with juv, turk, and wayne,
You can`t explain, you wanna be hard don`t whine,
I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine,
Sendin` messages, say i`ma bitch you`ll leave me wet
I can`t believe you believe i take death threats,
You`re wrong wootay, you`re absolutely wrong
Now it`s on wootay, your seventeen damagin` health,
That`s another spankin` completed under my belt,
Your mom in black on the floor her seein` that her son done been left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for doctors to help,
It`s all on u, you brought that issue on yourself,
Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say what`s up to satan, b.g. ain`t bout no fakin`,
I handle mine with no debatin`, stop underestimatin`

Chorus

Think....fore you get checkmated
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