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b.g. (baby gangsta) - all on u lyrics

fa sho
i got my gat
so you know what that means

it’s a bust back thang, i ain’t goin’ out like a ho
when you comin’ to get me i got the four four
when you come to down me playa please don’t miss
cuz that don’t do nothin’ but get my trigga finga p-ssed
if i live i live, if i die it’s cool
cuz i know for sure when i was here that i was a fool
if you gone drill me come on and drill me
it’s all good cuz i got some people to see
while i’m here i’m gettin’ full all the time gettin’ blunted
my company on the move we bought the benz 500
a.k.’s and glocks, in the back the lexus jeeps
havin’ big baller parties every other week
this is the clique n-gga 2-2-6
black connection n-gga again the code is 2-2-6
droppin’ dope hits, takin’ a n-gga b-tch
while you’re on that flight, i’m bustin’ nuts in your wife
all -ssault rifles, the weapons that’s on my team
s.k’s, a.k’s, m-1’s and car beams
fulfillin’ dreams, goin’ to the top n-gga
don’t playa hate cuz we’ll still hit’cha block n-gga
baby gangsta ain’t nothin’ nice
a young n-gga trigga happy that’ll put it in your life
i ain’t right, represent uptown to the fullest
finger on the trigga and i’m ready to pull it

chorus:
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
what’cha gone do? n-gga that’s all on u
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
what’cha gone do? n-gga that’s all on u
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
uptown on the way, b-tch so let us through
got my finger on the trigga, what’cha gone do?
downtown get out the way cuz that’s all on u

you could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel
my n-ggas is conscienceless and we k!ll or be k!lled
f-ck doin’ drive-bys man we do a pull up
the n-gga on the p-ssenger side automatically die
from several gunshot wounds to the head
on the scene he dead chopper city n-ggas fled
won’t you listen to ziggy get your car doors bullet proof
it’s rainin’ choppers so get a bullet proof roof too
you got yay? i don’t know it n-gga
nine-six you gettin’ nabbed so you best not show it n-gga
cuz that’s when you blow it n-gga
your door get kicked in, we want your yay
high powered ak, false move and your face no trace
beat the case, go to the weight
make sure it ain’t a fake
i want your nameplate, cash, and your versace shoes
if you stingy gettin’ plucked n-gga that’s all on u

chorus

street sh-t is what i’m into
you got it i’m comin’ to get you
don’t hesitate n-gga or the b.g. gone have to split you
i’m down for whatever i’m a -ss with that chopper
if you playin’ with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya
no bullsh-ttin’ n-gga my dream is to make a mil
paper chasin’ ain’t no fakin’ playa haters get k!lled
young trill baby gangsta into pimpin’ them hoes
but before i trick the hoes my money goes to my nose
and fat opthimals, t-shirts and girbauds
solja reeboks straight stickin’ to the g-code
uptown is the home of the car-jackers
robbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappers
better than seed, is the way i shop for that d
not the 17th, the real n-ggas in that 3
play wit em, hard head n-ggas they split em
raw dope they sell it, i get it i can tell it
how it go, back up or get banged n-gga
street smarts the game n-gga
gotta let em hang n-gga
p-ssy n-gga got beef wit the night creepers
me, brotha and diesel ridin’ with them street sweepers
old n-gga wanna slang, without a clique?
he don’t wanna share, so we gone ride on that b-tch
we bout to turn your block to a war zone
i’m warning you to bring the little kids in they home
cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit
i gave you fair warning so if you hit you hit
cuz i ain’t slackin’ when i do what i gotta do
stop bein’ nosey b-tch, but that’s all on u

chorus (2x)

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

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