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b g – real nigga lyrics

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[talking]
it’s b.gizzle ya number one original hot boy
n-gg- already know wh-ssup with me
n-gg- already know my status
if you don’t know you better ask somebody, look

[chorus – b.g.repeat 2x]
i’m b.gizzle i’m a motherf-ckin real n-gg-
i left cash money, my money got real bigger
you never catch me in the streets without the steel n-gg-
i’m out the hood so i get it how i live n-gg-

[verse 1 – b.g.]
you know me i’m a solider no doubt
my reputation already confirm what i’m about
i’m a hustler you can always catch me in the streets
puttin it down, makin moves cause gizzle gotta eat
feds tryna lock me up and throw away the key
they know i gotta enough work well i could throw away a ki
if you wanna get on ya feet then holla at me
can’t sell ’em for ten but i can throw ’em for sixteen
i chase that money and i stack that money
b-tch n-gg- try to play me i’m a smash that dummy
i ain’t playin with you n-gg-z go on and run up on a g
they’ll be callin, tellin ya momma her son is in the street
how you want it, you can get – how you want it, i can bring it
you wanna early funeral trust me i can arrange it
i’m a man about my mine no reppin, no stuntin
new orleans is the dungeon so what you talkin is nothin

[chorus – b.g.repeat 2x]
i’m b.gizzle i’m a motherf-ckin real n-gg-
i left cash money, my money got real bigger
you never catch me in the streets without the steel n-gg-
i’m out the hood so i get it how i live n-gg-

[verse 2 – b.g.]
okay a man always look another man in his eye
i’m talkin to you – you lookin at the ground i know why
you a busta, you a fake, you a b-tch, you a lame
you should’ve stayed on the porch you ain’t ready for the game
got my first stripe at twelve, second stripe at thirteen
third stripe a year later then pr-nounced the b.g.
fourth stripe at fifteen now i’m captain of the team
i was suppose to be at school, but on the corner sellin weed
before i made eighteen i’m a sargeant now
f-ckin hoes, gettin money sellin quarters now
before i made twenty one i was a lieutenant
it’s a war goin on and dogg i’m all in it
i ain’t tryna turn back this my life i’m a live it
i ain’t gotta come now so if you trip i’m a send it
i’m in full command i’m the chopper city general
so believe it’s nothin to get rid of you

[chorus – b.g.repeat 2x]
i’m b.gizzle i’m a motherf-ckin real n-gg-
i left cash money, my money got real bigger
you never catch me in the streets without the steel n-gg-
i’m out the hood so i get it how i live n-gg-



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