Текст песни B.G. - What Ya Wanna Do?
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Текст песни B.G. - What Ya Wanna Do?
(Intro)This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?(no indeed no indeed)Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it(yes indeed yes indeed)Check it out..( )(Verse 1)Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussaIf I don't know ya dont trust yaIf I don't trust ya then fuck yaKeep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next niggaOut to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figuresRaised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge outHoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid outBirds and money that's all that excite meFuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice mePresident lover, undercover, ain't another like meYou get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with BBelieve it's just in me to be a real soldierGats I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulderNow I done told ya -- the streets is real all the timeGotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mineI ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta doShoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crewNumbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate itTakin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be fadedI'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street niggaTryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deepI'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut itIf I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck itYo head is a banana, squeal and get peeledFeel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga(Chorus)x2What cha wan do niggaHow ya wan do itWhen ya wan do it we could get straight to itYou could take it how ya wannaBring it how ya feelAccept it in blood cuz Ya get it how ya live nigga(Verse 2)Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beefRemember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthinGot a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthinLay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmateThink again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too lateTryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dustBig Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a mustBaby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringerAssault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger fingerI let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it manUnderestimate in this war you gon lose it manGot a AR... 15 I meanD.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shitI come behind limo tint with the optimo litBust open the 911, let me take my hitY'all done started, you can't quitI'm rushin with a monster blitzLights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle usCockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up(Chorus)x2(Verse 3)All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on meKnowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther KingAll these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --Don't mean nothin to the B.GI'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this bizLet a nigga take me down after all this time? ShiiiitI'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-aUsed to spin bins in camerys and pathfindersThat's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin toFade lil doogie slip nigga ill down youMe and my rounds come through set trippinGettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverinscary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverinFuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke puttin change on niggaz brains behind meChorus x3